at home, wherever that is
cold compress
and damp peat moss waiting
on the windowsill
for my headache, for me.
if it's just a spark that makes a fire
why doesn't the danger interest me?
the 11:11 on the dash is a falsity,
it's around fourteen minutes fast but
I take it because I want it and it's there
smiling, lying.
I snuff hot, burning ash out with my naked lady fingers
and keep driving, out of sight
(out of mind)
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