extreme kind driving
aimless in Texas. sand
in the cracks of the seats. sand
in the soles of his shoes. sand
in the whites of his eyes.
There was not much white
to find. Red veins like
red dirt roads sprawling sclera.
Pupils pulsing, darting from
white wall
to alarm clock
to pile of vomit on the linoleum floor.
a homecoming. a black suit. a best friend
already in the ground.
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