Glass Poetry Press

Volume Two Issue Two

Ansley Moon

From Belgrade to Sofiya

We were not afraid of traveling until the conductor stamped our passes and told us that we should be. That we should not sleep until we reached Thessaloniki. As night neared, we vowed we would not use the hole in the floor where a toilet used to be, in the bathroom. The train tracks spinning beneath us, we played Hearts and Crazy Eights and ate the rest of our food to stay awake.