Commute — Katie Fanthorpe

Soupy countryside on the verge of dislocation,
lean all my thoughts in a container out the toilet window.

The man across the carriage stares –
silent participles stich his hands to his sides.

It’s the anxiety that pulls at the latches
of train doors and loose rails.

This journey is repeating on me,
which landscape am I today?

Katie Fanthorpe is a poet who lives in Croydon with her three cats and DVD collection. She has just completed a Masters in Creative and Critical Writing. She can be found tweeting into the void @futiledevises