10 December, 2011


Interstate living means
shuttling back and forth,
listening to trafficked people
and trafficked time,
while mimicking adult behaviors.

We sit transfixed by our own
connection, in a metal box
on a road, shuttling back and forth,
tripping over deer and other drivers,
while laughing to the point of frenzy.

Starting statically and searching for adventure,
we sell paper and buy cacti, trying
maniacally to maintain the memory
that we create simultaneously,
while shuttling back and forth.

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