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bifurcation
2003-04-13, 9:40 p.m.

The sun is dipping low behind the bus graveyard,

(left-handed smoke.)

a macabre dance scene of ice cream fuschias. and cornflower yellows.

(right-handed phone.)

picking up pace over the interstate.

(knees on the wheel.)

one quick twist. off. i would. go.

(eyes on the road.)

eyes on the road.

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