Station

poetry

it’s the early nights that kill
sometimes
with the curtains down
long shapes on the wall
short devils out the window
a stink permeating

Reached but did not reach
no softness beneath fingers
icy wind and bite
though spring it be
the world is silent
sometimes

Signals sent though
no correspondence returned
transmitter on full
bottom can’t be reached
sometimes

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