Someone died at the train station and now
it’s boarded up. Peeked through, saw red
on the walls. 666 and names of kids
long gone. You ran
through night sprinklers, wet
tee hanging off you
like the skin of a ghost.
I only pretended
to smoke that cigarette.
I never drank the beer.
I am here to become you
so I can wake up tomorrow
brave enough to escape.
Every fence in this town has a hole.
Tracks buried in cold gravel
where oranges used to grow.
You lie back, inviting
it all. The magnificence
of not giving a shit. You don’t even
realize you’re shivering. I could peel
your shirt away and find out everything.
I could swallow you whole.
I could fall backwards
and smash my skull on the concrete.
After they bury me
they’ll tear the whole place down.