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CAUTION: STUDENT DRIVER

Carly Thompson

I’ve jumped out of the boat

the churning water turns to smoke

my mind is a black sand beach

the world is one of those where time is different

slow, fast, all at once, almost never

if a window doesn’t open, is it a wall?

is it even there?

the cows die all at once and we don’t ask why

we buy sheep instead, not for milk for wool

it is not enough to be called sad and beautiful

remarkable or terrifying

it is not enough to pick up the phone

to text back, to cry on cue

I hover over that plane where one highway

meets another, no one ever taught me to merge

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