"..And the World-
(again he 'iterated)
Stufft with this girls and that-
Is full".
And the empty plates lay
like a bone yard
or, proof-
of things that once were.
Consumed, or consuming
and doubled over
with the pleasure of pain
that once held on.
To the headlights of
a hundred-fiddy thousand miler,
twisting up a mountain road
in North Carolina.
Where the children speak when spoken to
or leave without goodbyes.
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