I wanted a horse. I jumped from a plane. I was not comfortable with your illness. I was a detective at the wedding. I recognized the new way it would be with you in rehabilitation. I saw how the sunset colors on the Navesink River got sad with the lone rower. I lived on a lone planet with my befuddlement. I'd lost a person. I didn't know how to hold my lips. I was like the goose bathing in parking lot puddles. Definitely, I am on a train.
Copyright © 2011 by Lesle Lewis. Reprinted from lie down too with the permission of Alice James Books.