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So Many Roads

Back cramped sitting fetal the flats and pudding hills salts and death, sagebrush and sun on our backs we continue across the Mormon paradise “God, could you imagine just living out here!” she said as I thought about being beaten … Continue reading

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El Royo Loco Pollo

drove too far last night there wasn’t a hotel in sight 400 miles of non-vacant spots finally ending in Salt Lake rots The Late Nighter Motel El Royo Loco Pollo owned by Koreans we lucked out total as a sex … Continue reading

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Crazy Woman Creek Road

she walked down to its shores water it almost evaporated as soon as it touched her skin a little hiss sounded the four dominant layers the horizon now besides here is there, further, even further and farthest consisting of concentric … Continue reading

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Red box rolls

my neck is tense contained by the car unrelenting the jerky sticks in my teeth and the windows rolled down masks the music just then a bird met its demise hit the windshield, sad but at least it hit in … Continue reading

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How Hot Does A Cow Get? Black Branded and Unmoving

way too hot sweltering across the grasslands passing an endless sea of brown and green yellow of eddies and patches of black angus in the distance are monolithic islands of solitary trees and on the horizon is 359° of empty … Continue reading

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Illusions of Trust

I want to have a private email account, I don’t think we should know each others passwords why? because I don’t think I can help myself like Sharon? no, I just felt like a schmuck what do you mean? You … Continue reading

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You can squeeze my lemons until the juice runs down my leg

“You can squeeze my lemons until the juice runs down my leg.” Robert Johnson water water water sweat water drink little water desert leaks as water needles keep Got pulled over already! 62 in a 55 lonely Sta buy generic … Continue reading

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2500 RPMs

The red opening into the hills as we crossed the border was in stark contrast to the browns coming out of South Dakota now we could see contours gently rolling and in the distance comes steps of plateaus soon we … Continue reading

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2 Night Stop: As He Talks To No One Else, Might She Understand?

high so high as you type on corona lightly feeling the talk in the silence play across my shoulders down my lower back Wait! they have been gone but ten minutes too long and I have yet not to sit … Continue reading

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Sex Ed.

I am a veteran of your foreign war just like money or settles to score I implore to let go of two more so I can or may, give back to the poor fighting over maps and directions she flogs … Continue reading

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