by Maxine Kumin
The lavatory sign still reads
Colored on one side and White
on the other in the old
caboose that used to trail
the raveled skein of freight cars full
of West Virginia coal.
Whoever entered had to flip
his designation right side up
then brace against the track before
unbuttoning, back to the door
and pissing down the same foul hole.
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