piss in a towel the whole way from salt lake
I-15N past bountiful and eden girl parts

rage indiscriminate the map
of his hand stamped on your clavicle

town & pump just this side of idaho claw
gel caps from the console scrub orange

from between your thighs with wadded two-ply
here’s cheryl ringing skittles can she read it

on you how you drove an hour for every inch
of him scratched shangri-la on the hotel monaco pad

bound your own wrists before he even entered
the city nearly deserted hours later when he lifted

your dress over warm cobblestone you could almost take him
broken farmer of him broken ranger of him

cheryl can she understand the burning down there now
burning when he whispered he could not risk

a woman like you like her maybe wounded bird always
most coveted later from behind triumph

of eye tooth over tongue broken mormon of him broken
son of him almost all of him can she feel it thirty-nine

hours such a terribly long inhale understand the blue
SUV slouched at pump seven tank full

t-ball bat knocking around back next to toothbrush
basket of roadside apples costco package of lube

can she feel the siren of all these miles
left still to labor can she can she can she can she

Ashley Kunsa

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