i want to declare to the
squeaks & the rattles & the
bumps, to the
streaming lights & impatient
shadows, to the
sweat polished steel & graffiti-
ridden plexi-glass, & even to the
speechless, zombie passengers of this
heart-stop train––
I AM NOT A STRANGER. please talk to
me. i am here, on this planet, TO
MAKE CONTACT.
i cannot survive without
your
love.