Take Me Someplace Else, by Evelyn Jey

Evelyn Jey

Take Me Someplace Else

Jey Paradox

Red steams under pressure

Engines eternally shifting underneath

I wish I knew where I was going

I wish I knew where I have been

For I have lost my memory.

The woman next to me checks her instagram,

Her eyeliner is smudged and she looks tired, so tired

I wish I knew where she was going

I wish I knew where she has been

For I need her story to lift me up

When I have none to act as stilling ground.

I do not know where I am going,

I know that I have been to places behind me,

I know I will age as the train in the rain and night

Moves in my mind beside me.

All I know is I am moving,

I hear steam whistles

I hear hail on the roof.

I cannot tell whether or not it is angry,

For I have lost my empathy.

All I know is I am moving,

And this beneath me.

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