Poetry
Statement of Purpose: Let the Last Train Pass Me Through
Angie Hogan
The night clings to me, breaks my skin
into a dewy, prickly sweat. Everything has come down
to a mound of nails lying in the driveway.
My ghost will ride a porch swing
back and forth, back and forth forever.
A baby's clicking lullaby wound up,
winding down. I never ran away
from anything, so let the world run over me in a rainbow
haze. To stand in that circle of light,
the vibrato of whistles and metal through my bones...
Don't let me hear you say that I gave up.