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"Writer "
(from The SubWay, a collection of poetry)
Train into the
The long gap between the Eglinton and Lawrence Stations
The train descending, my throat constricting
The flicker of lighted steel beams like film frames past my window
The squeezing density of rock and hidden water
Joker in a box, an accident or bomb
All that rock and stone burying this car
Trying to claw out for a brief patch of light
Trying to claw out
And realizing, the same as leaving this body
The same weight and constriction
Only way out
Swallowing the rocks, taking them deep inside of me
That crazy rider Walt Whitman
No division, no death
All one
Still all that weight squeezes me, ready to shout out
To jump out of my skin
But I wait it out
Until the train pulls into the station
And I climb the long flights of stairs back up to the surface
