by HOLLY DAY
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oh, the whirr of wheels and wire and endless scraping of skin on silvery track, my sleep, the scrape of skin on splintered wood and wondering what they’ll say when they find me, the rush, the roar, racing toward the light the fading, floating echo of speed oh, the imagined eyes of an imaginary crowd as the train pulls into the station, the concrete landing, the eyes of the crowd opening wide as the train pulls in and the hands reach out trying to catch me, stop me, much, much too late oh, I love a train |
Holly Day is a housewife and mother of two living in Minneapolis, Minnesota who teaches needlepoint classes for the Minneapolis school district and writing classes at The Loft Literary Center. Her poetry has recently appeared in Borderlands, Slant, and The Mom Egg, and she is the recipient of the 2011 Sam Ragan Poetry Prize from Barton College. Her most recent published books are "Walking Twin Cities" and "Notenlesen für Dummies Das Pocketbuch" and her novel, "The Trouble With Clare", is due out soon from Hydra Publications. Holly's poem Vitae appears in the October 2013 issue of HelloHorror.
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