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Toast Wong

i want a fresh pack of cigs, scratch tickets, a full tank of gas, cheap thrills at the petro-can. i want to dance in the spotlight under these yellow x's, a captive audience of closed storefronts. i want the night to stay over. i want her to fall asleep on my chest so that i can feel the crest and trough of her breath. i want to run my hands through the sky, shake out all the starstuff, count all the wishes i made on what falls out. i want to close my eyes. i want to stay in motion forever, like a shark or a toddler learning to ride without training wheels. i want to know what it feels like to drive south on the northbound gardener. i want lake ontario to take me in her arms, fall into her like the bluffs will, one day. i want to breathe water. i want it to taste like air. i want it to feel like home.

 

 

 

 

 

Toast Wong: I am an activist, engineer and butch idiot living in Toronto, Ontario, writing about diaspora and gender, divorce and science. My work has previously been published in Untethered, which is how I heard about Train. I like themes of the science of motion, geography, and passing by/through/across bodies of water, and I'd like to think that those are the things that people like about trains as well.