A train in the night

will you return
home with me? the
night is long, let’s
be nothing together.

the lanterns burn
as we surrender to
memory that forgets
our names in a tender

way e’en a dove’s feather
is heavy to carry
when the train slows
down for us to remember

our names again. we yearn
to burn like cigarettes.

Younglan Talyoung