why do I assume it’s a man? a woman sticks her head in the oven. gives her brains back to the buttons & knobs that hurt her. some people on the train saw the car wheels scatter from its frame like the car filled with air & blew the tires into the swamp. it was like hitting a mosquito. but heard the conductor over the loudspeaker remain outside Crystal Springs for some time. some time. some time. when before, thirty minutes before, a man sat in his car on the trains with his foot on the go. & our time was coming in the train & his time was sitting in the car. & our time was coming in the train & his time was sitting in the car. his focus on the shiny parts. the shiny parts were shiny because he ran his palm across the wheel too much. he ran his palm across the wheel. he ran his palm across the wheel again like every morning. he couldn’t make any morning now. now he would. no agency. but to sit. i will sit here & let time act on me. let the time act on me. & our time was coming in the train.