No light pollution, so the cars across the divider appear as yellow
snow globes, as spaceships, as worried ideas. Dad sleeps
beside me, I'm cold, it's forty-three degrees out there, there's so much
bad that can happen, those choices I've avoided, what
does silence mean, people's intentions are a fucking mystery. I want
to be happy. We pull off the road onto a stretch of concrete that goes off
into blackness, hello South Dakota, Dad says uhhhh,
I think we should turn back but we keep driving and remain
alive, at the Best Western the guy tells us his wife will be making biscuits
and gravy or french toast or pancakes or waffles in
and gravy or french toast or pancakes or waffles in
the morning, he doesn't know what, they live just across the road, we
can turn the heat on from our beds with this remote control.
can turn the heat on from our beds with this remote control.
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