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I look up at the bridge now Looks old and unstable, but the trains still use it I spend a fewin its slatted shadows I like the sloshing of the water on the bridge’s legs and against my boat Water’s pretty smooth here, so I lie onat the train tracks above As the boat drifts, the a the inside of my eyelids yellow-red

I think this would be a peaceful way to die And that’sthrough e’s underbelly

Train, don't come yet I’m pretty sure I know its schedule, and it’s due in around half an hour This thing is mostly made of wood I know there's ht about the ti At least I think it's whistling Sounds so out of place over the lapping of water Then comes little boom, boom, booms

Is soainst the sunlight that's bea across my face

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

Sounds a little echo-y I can’t see anybody yet—bright sunlight—but I can hear what I’d bet are footsteps

Then they falter That's when I see hi dark pants with his aruy’s walking right over me I can't tell if he looks down Doesn't slow, that's for sure Then he's in the e I hear a sound that's not the booe’s side

Oh, damn

This guy’s brave—or stupid

I sit up e of the bridge He's got sos that are still at firstand then they start to swing a little Probably just itated kind of way

You should be nervous, I think at him

The only person I knoho jue is Matt McGuin, when he was drunk on the Fourth of July, the suot him, and due to all the alcohol, he couldn’t swio to the funeral Wouldn't come out of her house for months

Souess a little dirt or soain This ti hits me

This guy's throwing pebbles? What the hell?

I shield onna shout up at hi, he’ll be gone before the train comes

But he jumps