writing, prose
(Originally written
December 21st, 2024)



the woods


If i pull this car over now

In the middle of the starry woods

and got out in my city coat


in the brisk chill

of the night

and If i chest down, braved the Godless oblivion

and entered the dollar general

the warm bodied creatures behind the register


would recognize the wetness of my face

they would know what it means 

and when i reentered the black


and willed my car into the darkness

I think they would think of me

or would they forget

And what had I been

to the Middle of Nowhere - tin can store

wondering

why had this world allowed for the 

haunting 

interaction







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