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there’s a certain concentration of freedom between stations
or what i consider freedom in these fenced-in glass walls.
what we learned from the movies when we were in our pre-teens
turned out to be just the imprint of an echo of a call
and i meant to read two novels on my way out to the west
but i only read the essays with the note on the first page
and all i wanted to write about quickly fled the scene
after finding a hole big enough in the air conditioning.

oh…be my home. i forget... on the road.

and i woke up every morning not knowing where i was
and if the white outside was snow or salt or painted on the glass.
i feed on simple stories and your memories about wars
and i was staring at the scenery not remembering what cities are for.

when i got out of the car at midnight in the middle of it all,
i felt the cold in my feet and the smoke in my lungs
and i ran up and down the platform measuring the train
like a weirdly lined-up village doomed to be always travelling.

z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road.

split the darkness with a plastic fork, it will swallow us whole.
there are no cars in the distance and no voices on the phone.
everybody’s conquered the prairie just like ma and pa
and i’ve had one too many conversations about america.
i remember the nothing shrinking down in size
and seeing not more than if i hadn’t opened my eyes
and having dreams about tidal waves and all of us in tiny boats.
i remember sitting in a hotel room thinking my head was about to explode.

z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road.

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