Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

i smell like a train station

i smell like stale bread, crumpled bits of greasy paper, empty juice bottles, concrete dust, sweaty train seats, mostly-clean urinals, hand soap, toothpaste, coffee, stinky boots, sweat socks, mud, pine sap, iron, and money that has changed a thousand hands and will change a thousand more.

i made it to my sister's place all right. i've got to wash the trains off me.

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