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Let’s Get Out of Here


The river is a fish
and my tongue 
is white paper
you draw
your hand on
and the sounds 
keys make
on the waist 
of a janitor
in an empty building
on the night of your birth
when the moon was
a live bird pinned 
to a girl’s chest
and the color 
of a beat-up door 
that hides a paint chipped 
life where we lick the throats
of passing trains 
and wear bright pills 
over our faces 
like ghost masks
and move the tiny ghosts 
that live in us
like dominos. 

Credit


Copyright @ 2014 by Corey Zeller. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on May 9, 2014.

About this Poem


“I wrote this poem because I heard a train passing. Maybe I will send it to Amtrak and ask for a residency.”

—Corey Zeller

Author


Corey Zeller

Corey Zeller is the author of You and Other Pieces (Civil Coping Mechanism, 2015) and Man vs. Sky (YesYes Books, 2013).

Date Published: 2014-05-09

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/lets-get-out-here