[NetBehaviour] After the weekend.

[Jess Loseby]

sitting under the trees
by the train track
just outside the door
worried about not speaking in the conversations that take place inside
i really liked you 
and i really liked you
i ate coconut and ginger
and smoked outside the door.
sitting under the trees 
by the train track 
just outside the door
my friend brought me out three coffees, a small act of significance
what a long way a thought goes
i drank my coffee
i smiled at my friend.
sitting under the trees 
by the train track 
just outside the door
i envied pink nails 
and good brains
i smoked during the story of the mother smoking through cancer
offered the teller a light
lit up again.
outside the door is a train track
like a home long ago
when I sat in a box room 
and played with a razor found in a reeking mothball drawer
i cut myself 
just to see what it felt like
outside the door is a train track
nobody seemed to notice the noise
so nor did i
i listened to nomads
with a detached longing
wondered what the squatters thought of my view of a garden
not a meeting of minds 
a meeting of moments
like passing trains
we left.

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