realizing it’s never really about what
“happened," more about what happens
en route, and i remember all of a
sudden the bad karma i’m carrying
from lying to the woman who wanted
a ride to livingston from bozeman and
fuck, i told her i was going to seattle…
but see (i rationalize) my head was
too full and cluttered and mirrored by the
state of my car and all i really wanted to
do was put on that cd of recollection and
drive…
let my thoughts flow into the afternoon,
as the morning had already been a vortex
of its own, so many understood yet
inexplicable realizations (a lot can be
said in five words)


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