Trains
Paintings and poetry by Julia Cost
I like to stand on train platforms
very close to the edge
and feel the rush of the cars charging past me
When they are finally gone
I feel like I am going to fall over
I like to stand hands-free in speeding trains
and practice calibration
heels growing roots, belly tightening
knees bending through millions of increments of slow degrees
Oiling these fine tuned levers in my brake system
When there is enough room
I like to stand in that place in the center of the car
where all the seats face you
and everyone is vaguely looking at you
It feels so natural there
like the moment on stage right before you begin to move
I want to very slowly and luxuriously extend my arms
looking right into someone’s eyes
But instead I hang on that hairline
right before life becomes performance
One Response to “Trains”
“heels growing roots…” or “life becomes performance” !!
Ms Julia Cost leads thru her wording/word phrases.
btw: The part of facing all the train passengers reminded me of a comedian who would stand inside a moving elevator by door, and then turn & face all the other riders…the folks would become uncomfortable, look down or sideways – adverting eye contact at all cost…it was funny Ms Cost.
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