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Interstate has the face of a crow the body of an aging ballerina. Truth divined from highway signs.
River looks wider at night. The Mississipi and a half moon. Bar room conversations with minor deities. A night filled with half distances. East and west coast, holding the country together like book ends. Women with promises tattooed on the inside of their lips. Business suits with men hidden inside them.
Q of spades and an ex-girlfriend in New Orleans. Stay the fuck out of Louisiana. A phone call you never make. Lives that pass like polar bears, like humming birds.
copyright 2006
Jonathan
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