once
1985
i saw a guy
dash across the street
and die
he died
didn't make it
a lady nearby who
must have been his wife
i saw her cry
she cried
she couldn't take it
and we
my father and i
continued to drive
hoping no one could see
our license plate
and ever since
i have been guilt
incarnate
the total turtle
making space for space
having never enough of nothing
[c2006jbb]
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