Katrina Kaye
I hear the vibrations
of the train
seething through the dark.
It takes me to another time,
when we lived in that dusty apartment
off of 4th and Jefferson,
entwined in our twin bed,
we were amazed we could hear the train
from there.
“the train” is previously published in Catching Calliope Vol 1 2014,

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