feb 28

Another bumpy road. Big Red, a g a i n. Held to regulate service. Drums of f ears on repeat. Resting. Lack of.
Looking instead. Out. Wet. So wet.
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Puddles.
Mud. Stone darker.
Road slicker. Cars make more sound. Tar and tread. That hiss of friction where the rubber meets the saturated path. (imagine) Tread. Bread. Crumbling. Fumbling. Mumbling between words and ways-whys.
no surprise. Clinging at the curves, my spine, jagged. White. Line. Up. Set me down-the glass like a thumb print of streams-never to be replicated.
precious. Drop. Drip drip drop..
let's
try to smile.