Poetry

 

 

Estha Weiner

Another "A" Train

The train that's taking me away from you
leaves from the same station
where you leave me
to make the late one, calling
where you're going
home.

A reputation saved should have been a reputation discarded.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Sometimes a train going through a tunnel is
just a train going through a tunnel.

Even when it defies physics
and goes in two directions at once.

 

A little Beckett, A little O'Neill

The landscape is indeterminate.
A woman opens her mouth; laughter
careens from her lungs
up into her throat
only to be choked
before its sound can escape
and change the air.
In the breeze of anticipated
summer is ice
that will become a man.

 

 

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