it's 5 pm & I'm sitting at a cocktail table at a train station. I walk to the counter. the clerk has bleachd-blond hair but the stubble on his chin is dark. I ask him if the 5:45 westbound is on time. he says it's ahead of schedule. so ahead of schedule that there no longer is time for my complimentary mini-massage. as I walk back to my table I see my cousin Regina in front of a mirror. she's removing makeup & crying. when I return to the table I spread out newspaper clippings my mother sent me. hidden in the clippings is a twenty dollar bill.
the sound of a real train wakes me.