COPE

Each car passes slower and slower linked in a tangle of iron and motion. I could reach out and touch it. There are words painted in bright colors on the sides of each car, names and places I don't know. I imagine the steel would feel cool against my fingertips sliding by wearing them away until there's nothing left but bone. I can feel its power the vibrations pulsing through my feet up into my chest synchronizing my heartbeat with a racing rhythm I used to know. Steady beats the light pulses at each break flash flashes by. The light of a setting sun rips across my eyes.