I’VE NEVER MET YOU BUT
I IMAGINE YOU ON YOUR BED
WITH YOUR BACK AGAINST THE WALL
DELORES BESIDE YOU
BLINDS UNDONE
YOU CAN SEE SPACE FROM THERE
WHEN YOU THINK OF BEING LOST
YOU IMAGINE A DESERT
NOT THE SAHARA
BUT THE KIND RIPPED WITH CACTI AND SCORPIONS
IT IS A FOREST WHOSE CANOPY YOU CAN SEE ABOVE
YOU ARE WALKING AND THEN A CAR
YOU OPEN THE CAR DOOR AND REMOVE A SKELETON
YOU DRIVE ALL THE WAY HOME
FIRST TO MINNESOTA
THEN TO NEW YORK
THEN WHEREVER
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