station
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I have worlds contained within me
that hum as I step between them
that sigh as I step through
shadowed spaces. and dazzling places.
a hallway beyond the veil
a dark room left wanting
They lined the station like tchotchkes placed in careful disarray,
Here between F and 13th,
Red cheeked and frosted breath,
Bare porcelain angels waiting on the shelf of a Goodwill.
