Penn Bound

Posted on January 20, 2015     Leave a Comment

I always look to your window – blurred with dirt as we depart abruptly. Eyes disoriented by the hazy platform view, heart in my throat (yes, even now), my hand slides nonchalantly off your greasy pole while I struggle to remain standing, instead stumbling forward ineptly. You’re always greasy, whether I go high or low, […]

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