Jump Training by Zoe Chisengalumbwe - Workshop (Year One)

Jump Training 

Most of these people don’t see. 

Sleep is a mistake. It holds

A promise of cardiac arrest, with every swish of carriage doors.

I can’t think of anything drearier.

Mystic lands to glancing up at some string-bearded freak.

I would be armed with excuses. 

First of all, I had it worse than all

These other passengers. 

There was only half a minute, the machines malfunctioned. 

Of course I was prepared to pay. 

Not entirely sure 

(Actually I was certain) of where you were. 

I’m buying my ticket now. 

And if that doesn’t work

another excuse, 

which in part, 

holds more truth. 

I can’t find it

I never bought it 

In my pocket, It was never 

I must have lost it.

Excuse 

one, 

stop away 

would you, dismiss this 

I’m 

under-age 

terribly 

frightened  

I

                                                                               Jump 

the train.