now boarding on track #1

convey carefully crafted content

 

manipulate its meaning

polish its position

twist its tongue

salivate at its scope

 

reach millions

 

transform its form

edit its editions

revise its revisions

 

don't revisit this page

run out of ink

 

wonder

where

your wishes

end up

 

they live

on the signs

the single women 

hold

in south station;

they can't

feed

their children

 

you had

10 minutes

before

your train left

 

you didn't

stop

for them

 

just like all the others

who think

they're in some kind of

hurry