ALMOST HOME THE TRAIN TRACKS RATTLE WITH OUR INTENTIONS
Natalia A. Pagán Serrano
Daniel and I sit on our bikes in the cold and I am kind of drunk and far enough
I can't call you because you're thousands of miles away and I'm four hours
I would tell you about waiting here in the cold and trying to send you a message
you would say, Did you buy the thing to cover your face while you ride your bike?
Mother, if I blow out enough breaths, will it help this train move along?
Natalia A. Pagán Serrano is a poet from Puerto Rico. She currently resides in Oregon, drenched in tree-magic and rain, with her fiancé, Daniel, and her cat, Esteban. When not writing, you can find Natalia making soup. nataliapaganserrano.com
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