by Angelina Fay
I didn’t know it was the last time –
It caught me in the turnstile
avoiding my mind’s eye
In a world not unchanged
now the knowing comes in waves
and on every street corner
I’m seeking your frame
trains hiss through tunnel veins
and thoughts fall heavy like a rain
all fall to the summer
from spring to midwinter
the clouds lift from my mind
and piece a footbridge on this river
my curse is I will always be the forgiver
but to you
across that fog I’m delivered slithered out on another planet’s beach
find myself reaching out and walking in my sleep
while on earth I twist my hair
lower my gaze and hop the train fare
knowing this is the one poem I could never share
just nodding off in the doctor’s chair saying things I don’t really mean
murmuring how my body is a dirty machine
but when I’m with you
I’m clean
Angelina Fay is a journalist and poet based in New York City. Her fiction, poetry, and creative non-fiction work can be found at her blog, the disturbed universe. This is her first publication.