Snapshots from a Train (through New Jersey)

"Oh, to make the sky always bigger"


in the distance, two male figures in shadow, crouched toy soldiers at the edge of the water


a whole neighborhood with that wooden fence we used to have, the wood dark and rotting, just so, soft as grass---a gentle fence, with a gap the stray cats could fit through


old cathedral warehouses, factories, windowpanes yellowed and fragile like paper lanterns, like a series of hungry mouths glinting in the sun, cracked and missing teeth