Highway Junkies

Headache Falls, next exit.
Going out in sun
never seemed so languorous.
The waters of life boil over
just to anger us.
We never win, it seems,
much at anything.
So let everything
turn to ash,
or at the very least, bacon scraps.
There won’t be any road left
when we get our fix.

-r. miller

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