The Poor and Where They Live
by Laura Klebanow
The matchbox houses drew out behind the northbound New York train—
those bitter little houses
with their balding chain link yards and
narrow cement stoops.

And Cash told me he shot a man
in Reno but
I hardly understood.

The train drew out behind me—
impossible caterpillar
worming way through
damp and rotten east coast wood.
Posted by: Laura Klebanow

Poetry (March 26th, 2006)