Distant: Kathryn Gillespie

Kathryn Gillespie

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steps through the park
to the railroad tracks
with my dog every morning

wait for her to shit
bag it up
and fling it at the train

don’t give a damn what I do
in this ending world

know the conductor
hates herself as much as me

know I’m only writing this poem
because I’m angry

because I’m sick

because I stopped on my walk
to watch two monarchs flirt

thought
you’re all supposed to be gone

by now