was a subway car
full of children.
it thundered down
an unknown
track.
we jostled one another,
hanging
on to the straps,
bumping
against each other,
fighting for
the chair,
the spot we wanted
by the window,
squeezing
our shoulders together
through each door.
the motion
of those years,
is still with me,
even with all these empty
rooms to live in.
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