Love You Too
The shine of the waxing moon picks out
a sinuous spray-painted declaration of love scrawled on the railway bridge at Crofton Downs. In the sweep of headlights, in the briefest of under-passings, few might give the graffiti’d panels consideration, much less the one who signalled his heart between rivets, on rust, in white — or notice how that white stains the steel sections, a slow corroding into permanent scar. For even after over-painting or chemical scouring, ferrous skin remembers. I imagine him up there; finding something in the thin air to hang on to.
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