Maya who I only knew by sight

Was sleeping awkwardly

Against the window

As we headed towards

North Face

I thought about her dreams

Her name was Maya Rom

Her badge shared the detail

Her knees were closed

But her arms were loose

Two students dressed as chipmunks

Were sitting opposite us

They looked ridiculous

Especially as the weather was mild

In the distance the chemical works

Which was so brightly lit at night

Looked very ordinary against the flat landscape

The air began to taste acrid

As it did near Miester Station

I was always relieved

When I passed this stop

As I was sure that I was being poisoned