Adrienne Stevenson
going west is easier
than going east, but
only if you do it first
the body’s adrenaline
has an expiry date
of less than 48 hours
swollen feet resemble
puffer fish
angry germs lie in wait
in recycled air—wreak their wrath
on unwary travellers
it doesn’t matter whether
you're assigned a seat
in
the steerage cabin
you’re a toad
under
a truck's wheels
or you're a penny on the rails
when
a freight train passes
you’re equally squished
nobody has any sympathy
to spare because they
feel the same themselves
should have taken the train
Adrienne Stevenson lives in in Ottawa, Ontario. A retired forensic scientist,
she writes poetry, fiction and creative non-fiction. When not writing, she
tends a large garden. Her poetry has been widely published in print and online
journals and anthologies, most recently in Summer Rain, MacroMicroCosm,
Page & Spine, Poetry and Covid, Jaden, Still Point
Arts Quarterly, Lifespan vol.2, Bywords, Masque &
Spectacle, Constellate Literary Journal. Twitter @ajs4t
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