I put on my
red car
1 aXle
at a time
–just like everyone else–
swallow hard against
the echo of exhaust
coating my throat. . .
grey swimming up
iris–
a soup that’s
fin
free.
I put on my
red car
1 aXle
at a time
–just like everyone else–
swallow hard against
the echo of exhaust
coating my throat. . .
grey swimming up
iris–
a soup that’s
fin
free.
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