These Days, I Spend My Time in the Rupture,
THESE DAYS, I SPEND MY TIME IN THE RUPTURE,
coaxed by the prosody of steel
ground into steel. What I
mean is I anticipate the fetter
of railroad tracks and trains:
how sleep still sieves in the space
of noise. My father says I refused
sleep as a toddler unless carried,
rumbling through fields on the tractor.
Within minutes, I swallowed the sun
in my eyelids, yielded to the rhythmic
hum and rattle. Standing here,
near this train, I am bundled
in its pitch. I am reminded
of driving along the Ohio River,
the echoing tracks aligning the hill
and factories, how it emanates
in its scrapping and sever. I used to place
coins on the track, watch and wait
for the train to pass over and see
how metal could swell.
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