from PRESUMPTION
How many trains
did we jump that year
How many books did we wedge
in those doors, our legs
sticking out like semaphores.
These are the moments
I bring you
coming as always on swollen feet,
my urine bag dangling
an attache case, and my face
a bruised, brown peach
Calvin Murry. Prisoner Aboard the S.S. Beagle (1983)
