My tires are deflated. They're flat and tired-looking.
I'm sliding around the road. I'm smudging everything I
run across. My contact with the world is soft, messy, blurred.
I make ugly turns. You hear the rubber smearing against the
asphalt like oversized galoshes. I lack air.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
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