then becomes that dream
where your first reel image
is a fire eyed semi-truck
bearing down on you
twenty feet away from your windshield
hell bent into a head on collision
with your glass blown psyche
except
it’s not a metal wheeled monster at all
it’s a man
and the impact of him
leaves nothing behind
but one spiked high heel
a little black book
and a stack of love letters
burning on a highway
falling into the sea
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Frankly you are unique