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An old piece about a sixteenth birhday, gone awry

A lonely soul, left unto itself.

written in the open trunk of a Challenger, eating a sandwich

For Annie

Written on a the drive home through the mountains in my mother's Volvo, while she was screaming

A short poem written outside my grandmother's house, sitting next to a lemon tree.