it feels like
government fingers
and pricked skin,
unbled,
veins everywhere.
sleep.
an interrupted sleep
and a train coming by,
every fifteen minutes or so.
and cold.
I hate gloves
so my bare fingers trace
the pole,
sleet.
I named the feeling
of living in Philly
gray but this particular
day is
“allegheny station”
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