hiss and grainy and all out of order words – the toilet is also out of order at the end of the platform – i run through the barriers eager to catch my train across the stars – the barriers are open but i remain static – unable to move – unable to concentrate –…

I’m supposed to go now. I should be at the gate at the end of the endless park, the one coated in autumn leaves that do not crunch beneath your feet, the one where cherrywood trees stand alone in the mist. You cannot see the top of them because that is where the clouds begin,…