I hope by now that the reader has read "Train" end-to-end. If not, stop, because I intend to spill major beans.
QUOTE (Birdsofafeather @ July 28 2006, 05:30 PM)

And, I didn't learn English in three years... I learned it within months

Holy Cow! Then I gotta say "Keep swinging that bat, slugger!" Your batting average isn't too bad, and it's going improve rapidly. In the Fall Anthology, I look forward to more of the likes of "My life felt like a poem made from stolen sheets, of ancient ink" and less of "the devouring sleeping bag". (The regurgitating sleep bag? Heh heh. And if my baseball analogy throws you, well, it serves you right for dangling what is probably a lovely poem in front of me in Spanish. I cranked it through the miserable remnants of my Romance-language skills, and out plopped a turd).
I love the set-up: To give a guy a vacation from a home and school made inhospitable partly through her actions, Micah's best friend drags him to the home of a fellow gay and a homophobic father. With friends like that, I wouldn't need... but for no good reason, it bothers me to speak ill of the dead. I confess that Dharma's check-out leaves me befuddled. Yes, she wanted Micah (as what, and for what?). Maybe she hoped to take credit for introducing Micah to Trevor, and then participate in some drawn-out dance of courtship for three. But I don't get it. Maybe she didn't either, and that's part of the point. Maybe I'm too old and, not dealing often with teenagers, I can only remember vaguely that suicide runs close to the surface at that age. Take for instance,
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We made our way through the crowd, one black tie after another; a suicidal parade of sorrowing souls, if you ask me.
None of my cohort and circle of friends would say that. (Maybe one or two might possibly think it? Hhhmm...) On the other hand,
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The day was filled with white lilies and hypocritical smiles.
is a home run for all ages. As others have said above, there's some pretty writing here. I have not yet given up hope connecting with the central theme. I'm going to ponder further this beautiful construction for clues:
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The only person in this world who really knew me was Dharma. She’d left me here, and passed my only gift to Trevor.