from the bookstore out to the truck i feel the bitterness
hit my face
inside
pre-ignition

i think about leaving the
truck in the parking lot,

sleeping the bucket seat
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upon the rainy night
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i remember happiness
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i found at late night diner:ten years old
sleepy
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and all i could compare it to was touching a cold unused radiator when i was seven
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y'know the spiralling in your medulla
the whirlpools in your cerebellum ->
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the fingernail lightly scraping the the top of your ear or
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standing on a wooden fence post run down from the exposure of the humidity
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while pretending to dance with ergot in middle europe under the tyranny of the oafs called royalty ,' ' ' '

hoping not to fall for the mark it would leave when it scrapes your skin would..
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Life used to be so much simpler
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I wish i didn't have to turn the key;
the gas gauge reads near empty
so i feel compelled to waste my time

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