car poem
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in a driveway
in a drivewayfar in the north of the cityat an hourin one of the long nights whenbedroom windows in the house next door becomelightbulbsa gallon of blood pulls open a car dooras the kids next doorbegin to dress for school returnthemselves to the levis they wore yesterdaythe blood turnsbends itself at the knee shapesa skirt Continue reading
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so you didn’t like the radio electric
so you didn’t like the radio electricguitar sound waved into your earso you reached to change the diali’d so carefully on stationed off statickid brother let me speakwith the voice of inexperiencethe car follows the eyeacross white lines and lanes of frequencybecomes the drum that drumsa tempo on a drummer made of pavement Continue reading
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