The deepest part of myself
is far shallower than the pacific ocean.
You will hear no wing flaps
because I never dream of flying.
Struggle smells like salty sweat
and sours as bacteria thrives in the wetness.
I am my own monster
hatched from horrifying childhood experiences.
My sixth sense causes me to zero in on
all the road kill along US highways.
By the time I reach the Texas border
I am melancholy.
By the time I reach the Oklahoma border
I root for every tornado.
I find solace in those things humans fail to control.
I find them irresistible.
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