Paul could assemble anything that stayed in place.
He lost his job at General Motors.
His car got seventy-two miles from Detroit
when it burst into flame. His thumb got him home to Denver.
Riding shotgun through Iowa he developed a toothache.
It went away when they crossed the wide Missouri into Nebraska.
His thumb malfunctioned outside of Lincoln.
He blamed it on McClellan’s Slows though it made no sense.
Outside Fort Morgan he saw himself driving to Detroit
three months earlier to start a new job.
Paul was not sure his new place in Denver was a slum.
Plum paint on old overcrowded buildings left him in doubt.
He exhausted his savings bringing his building up to code.
GoFundMe paid for green apple paint.
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