[ outside ellensburg ]

the lame guard rail
reinforced by chainlink fence
and littered with garbage
ruins the already hazy and dissapointing view.

i repeat your name in my head
like some kind of lonely prayer
never meant to be answered.

remembering spotty conversation
like the patchwork ground below.

...and i thought i didn't want to go home.

[ 4.16.01 ]

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