T train

Sometimes I sit down and force myself to write and I end up with some stilted inauthentic sentences. I check twitter instead, and hope that inspiration comes another day. And sometimes, I'm visiting somewhere and I get on public transit and I write a poem in one fell swoop on my notes app and then put it on my blog with no edits, except for correcting the spelling of supremacists. Writing's weird that way. This was written in the context of a white supremacy rally being held in Boston while I visited for my first PA conference. 

There’s vomit on the ground

Of the T train

The Ashmont one

That’s assigned the red color

But its upholstery is rainbow

The white supremacists

were standing on the street corner

The police marched them around the town safely

While rainbows dripped from the Good Side's cheeks

I walked by

In a black dress

On my way to a conference

After sleeping in at a hotel

Wanting to start my career and meet the right people and believe the world is good

And people deserve to be helped

The vomit streamed and dried on the floor of the T train

The rainbows on the upholstery and the cheeks

Will eventually fade