Sometimes I feel like a girl on the train
attractive and temporary
framed by rushing steel and
hurtling landscape
glinting sea turned to blurring wood
and her jeans walk her back to her seat
if only I were more the metaphor
I'd turn myself into a door and
walk right through it
my brain only comes to me when I'm naked
I squint and strain but can't quite make it
and put my clothes back on and just feel stupid
now I'm on a train and riding in it
I see a girl who walks right by me
going for a snack or drink no doubt
I watch her body sway, in balance gripped
in sight alone my brain and body join
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