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The A train arrived.

by Beach Sloth

The A train arrived.
For a while I stood but eventually I found a seat.
I transferred at Broadway Junction.
The Manhattan bound train came in three minutes.
I sat down and wanted to sleep on the train
The person across from me looked at me too carefully.
They made me feel too uncomfortable like if I slept they’d be able to see my dreams.
I stayed awake.

Beach Sloth blogs hard.

The A train arrived. was initially published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance issue #011

Filed under: Poetry

About the Author

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Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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