Even now, at break of day in this quiet spot along the Rio Grande, I envision my car trashed, gutted, sold for parts. Oakland lingers in my veins. O inviolate body, unriven armor, my double, my ride, in time I’ll leave you behind, unlocked to havoc and rain, nothing valuable inside.
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this is so poignant in a lovely sort of way. It is like making it through to the other side... lovely, evocative.
I love this. Thank you!