Tonight's Poet Corner: It Was A Long, Gay Trip
It Was A Long, Gay Trip by Belinda Roddie The train has arrived; I have your ticket here. We'll sleep in the same car and dream about boats and airplanes. We'll eat eggs benedict and drink mimosas and pretend to be classy, all while knowing that the stop we get off on will lead to a cottage where we'll tend a garden, fetch and boil our own water, and avoid the Internet as if our lives depend on it. If you're tired, I'll carry you aboard. The conductor won't mind; in fact, I think she'll find it adorable. Just before we start nodding off for the night, she'll sit in our car with us and regale us with the story of the time her now wife got a piggyback ride down the whole train and back "just because."