Memory Assassin
Wednesday, 14 November 2018
The Road Trip That Never Was
It was
a road trip
for one
or possibly none.
I plucked a letter
from my boot—
"J" as in __________;
the shudder was moot.
Darling,
where do you wander
when all gaslights
have been plundered?
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