In England, walk down the usual tracks, someone is running, try running to see how it would go. There’s a train coming from the track that curves the other way. It’s a fancy one that holds royalty. Walk back to my room. The door is ajar and I go in. There are toys and kids stuff everywhere. The landlady is picking stuff out for a yard sale. I start gathering the stuff I want to take with me. It’s all in bags. I leave and go down to the train station.
My exciting life, this place