Trying to get home

Kissing teeth
And a boy’s own tounge.
No ticket staff
So they shuffled,
Approached you,
Alone.
Scared by a
Scarecrow
Asking for a station
Over and over
And over and….

The English trying lisp
Doesn’t feel right.
Pointed them in the
Direction you deciphered,
Hoped and decided
They belonged.
Dark night. 
Not your train
Not tonight.

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