Friday, July 9, 2010

dream segment

I am leaving again. I roll out into the dark summer night with the truck loaded, unsure of exactly why I am leaving. But everything is in the truck and what could not fit as been mailed ahead. If I want that stuff back I will have to go and retrieve it. So, there it is.

My legs stick to the truck seat as soon as I sit down in it to drive. Sweat pools at the perpendicular junction of my ass and my back. I am more or less glued to the seat now.

As I drive on the days become hotter. I am alone. I am in a blur.

Forward, forward, always forward...

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