AC/DC blasting we drive a stolen car for the reservation legal bottle rockets but at every stop find shops closed for Sunday's rest Despite this we drive on through the dry New Mexico spring slumped in the wide back seat while stunted evergreens sweep back into the sand-colored scenery until at MILE 0 we turn back No one else notices that green marker among the weeds nor would they care One highway opens; the other disappears
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Mile Zero
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Allegory of the Wasp
Beyond the window shade, shadows
shift, shapes bend
Sting, antennae, wing veins, twitching
abdomen
I try to decide on which side
the wasp crawls
Its silhouette slips as it flips
through a hole
On the screen
the wasp draws itself
awkward lines
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