still passenger

the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.

August 18, 2014

i worry about him. i don't what happens. how many times
can you be murdered?

i don't like it when he leaves. i have to imagine him. still, it is
closer to observation. in my mind's eye, i see him pacing the
streets, hands in his pockets. he runs into strangers. i think
it is dangerous. he walks the tightrope. i hold the net. i
walk the tightrope without a net.