small towns

all night
I dreamt of sunrise,
the next time i’ll see rain
and your whistle on the radio

I walked to Railway Avenue
and saw how the train shook the town,
pounding on
sleeper’s
doors
howling until the
brick chimneys trembled

all the while
your letter burned
in my back pocket

dozing
walking aimlessly
on small town
streets

I used to dream
pathetic dreams
In them I would
peel your skin back
to see oak

You think about the last
time we spoke in my driveway

In your dreams
you peel back my
eyelids and see
stars explode
and it frightens you