On the Train with Don

Whenever I see him, I catch the fever

Of a person sick with desire

I feel like he is the only person on the train

Florescent light penetrates a rectangular car that is witness

To a memory like that of schizophrenia among twin sisters

The seats face east the doors the north

The floor is wet with hard liquor

Sent by a homeless person awake all night

Praying for the chance to prove herself

It reminds me of the last time I stayed up late at night

Amongst my parents’ wishes and I watched planes fly by

Giving the promise of a happy, peaceful tomorrow

Unlike what is forecast

Last time someone walked by without seeing me

It was a brown-haired girl named Maureen

And she ignored me but came back to apologize

And in return I filed her hands with glittery beads

And I remembered going to camp with people like her

And if you told me Don was in love with me, I know

You would be lying

Because hearts don’t fall from heaven only tears

And sins don’t absolve themselves only fears

And had it rained yesterday I would still be okay

If I died today, I would have missed out on true love

And had Don lived forever he would miss me

The last time I went to the park I saw an Alaskan Husky

The king of all dogs because they look like wolves

And it reminded me of what I was like when I was younger

And it is something Don would never understand but wants to

And I feel absentminded whenever I look towards the past

Like looking to cross the street

And in my dreams red means go and green means stay

But when I write late at night, I leave my radio on

Like a divorce

So, the next time you are on a train with

Someone who thinks you are the angel of death

Hold your breath and walk up to him and say

That you are not afraid of what you were told

Just like how April showers bring May flowers

And happy Junes bring peaceful moons