toothless piloting across
the wasteland, clutching fresh
photographs of lonely
degeneration
your dusty reminder
thirty highway rest
stops come and go
while you travel
west, collaborating mirages
of smiles and birthday cakes
hurricane wanderlust
a half-charred guide
disseminating the Milky Way
you find eyes in card
board box windows
but keep moving
there’s nothing to see here
but the same illusion
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