Boxcars Poem by L'Angley S Delmonte

nonsense words are
comfort
when you're falling

breath pooling
in the corners of
your bones
sheets
crumpling like
paper

every
bloody
organ
in my
glass body
is BREATHING
and it's amazing

you always check to see
if the
syl la bles
match up

me
benson
present
never
you
hedges
future
ever
you see
it doesn't really work

the bed is
cold
and light
like dancing fingertips
across
a styrofoam planet
suspended

the ticket
for your train
away
hand to carpet
gone