The Runaway Conductor
wraps the memories of her in sawdust snow. Lips to wet asphalt, gold pins for tears on the statues across the altar. The gods have always been waiting. The sum of wind and divine will is a hollow mirror. In the mountain. At the flick of his wrist. Before the wrong train and the percussions in metal. For another man she raced through infinite wounds and fists in a monsoon forest. Hands tied to her lover’s for a dance, a roulette of paper cranes exploding across the sky. Cascaded into the sea of black eyelashes. How they shutter around the glass bottom boat as he throws the frayed ropes. This is the country of an older name for her departure, an eternal maze he would never exit. This his reward for abandoning the train.
Nicolette Wong is a writer, dancer, and magician who lives in Hong Kong. With her fabulous team of editors, she runs A-Minor Magazine, an online quarterly of writing and art, and A-Minor Press, a new indie press publishing full-length collections of fiction and poetry. She has a poetry chapbook, Stone Bride Madrigals, forthcoming from corrupt press (Paris). You can visit her at Meditations in an Emergency.
Of this poem Nicolette writes:
“The Runaway Conductor is from a set of prose poems inspired by the work of Shuji Terayama, leading avant-garde filmmaker and theatre director from Japan in the 70s and early 80s. They are stories of departure and death in a surreal countryside; they are my stories.
Three other poems from this set were published in YB Poetry and Escape Into Life.”
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