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| October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five | |||||||||||
| Abbie Logan | |||||||||||
| with love, from your unsettled country it’s disturbing ok there, I said it to observe you as you’re listening talking chain smoking those ultra lights lips occasionally chasing words out of the speakers when you finally semi-know them well enough seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am sitting right behind you and have been for seven hours as we head out west in this unnecessarily huge SUV you and your wife and me but then casually you turn around to locate today's designated trash receptacle neglecting to make eye contact although I am patently staring you down anxiously preparing my cheeks for liftoff from the northernmost parts of this unsettled country but no we are scrubbed before countdown you used to be this fiery little something that I had to have but I think I am over that as of right now cuz I just cannot listen to the same damn song sixty-six times in a row and tap my feet each time I cannot make my decisions based on pre-planned preparedness and the call of the mild I cannot tiptoe across shards of glass dulled by years of rocking in the same waves of the same ocean and manage to call it my walk but hey, that’s just me |
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