object impermanence

on the edge of foreknowledge
I watch them all, speaking
from the edge of stories

outskirts

the visible gap–the reach
unmovable–the part

 

I whisper my sorrow into my gum wrapper
prolong my glances to my husband
and hope the worry translates
into English

hello
can you hear me

I can see it in a flash
a train in the dark
illuminated by stoplights

a baby at a table
I grasp at words
but when I blink
they disappear

I reach in the darkness
and catch the rail
the visible gap–the reach
maybe I can ride along

for the outskirts

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