nightmare
my car stops,
shudders in a car wash tunnel,
sprayed, flayed, and blinded with
rubber curtains sliding up my windshield,
then wind blown and disengaged,
all intimacy severed
Writing at the margins. Writing in the margins. A place to react, to stop and share a few words, to take stock, to think aloud.
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