Rails clack, & the Indiana RR blares
midnight, or close to
History's brakes squeal brazenly in this town–
Sleepless and sweating
because of a kaput air conditioner, we toss
on a makeshift bed made from
a 2-inch foam mat atop
years of green plastic Walmart totes overstuffed
with your broken dreams.

You light up again from your window perch.
Meandering smoke permeates 3AM
(and me, a non...

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