echoes
through the station
rushing the turnstiles
breathless
the squeal
of rust on rust
clutching my chest
building to a crescendo
and then
subsiding
in a tired
white noise moan.
Paul David Mena
26 December, 1996
Cambridge, MA
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my irregular heartbeat echoes through the station rushing the turnstiles breathless the squeal of rust on rust clutching my chest building to a crescendo and then subsiding in a tired white noise moan. Paul David Mena 26 December, 1996 Cambridge, MA
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