Far from a Straight Line by Lannie Stabile

Black, flat tire heart, my plan
for you was always cross country
Even ferrying the ocean
was a tight lug nut concept
Barreling ahead, the glare
of “wet pavement” signs
foretelling tears that would leave me:
evaporate,
condensate,
& precipitate                                                        again

But I didn’t know that then

I didn’t see the strip of lies in the road,
the razor-sharp manipulation
that would shred the only way I know
how to get from
point A to                                                             point B

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