Days

sun in its place or out of place
neighbors staring or not staring

ground I lost or can't stop finding
ground I never had to keep

never in a hurry things
the train that comes, the reading chair

gone or not gone or so close I can see
in pieces the train the chair the sun

you the rattling closer sun
train of doctors or of neighbors

setting days like furniture
sturdy and as far apart as years

Eddie Emma is a Brooklyn resident and emerging writer. They are grateful to Ghost City Review for being their first publication.