song of days

by india southgate.

 
I like to imagine 
That every day 
Exists at once 
And every minute 
Is simultaneous.

That is why my mattress sinks 
And the air feels so heavy,
It is because I am still there 
From a thousand and one nights ago,
And for a thousand and one more.

That is why the tracks rattle 
At quarter to one 
And I can hear us laughing stumbling home. 

That is why I can see us, looking up to the bridge 
And from the train Looking down, 
But they can't see us yet, 
They haven't walked this path yet.

[unpublished]

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