TAHOE WINTER ANNUAL 2012
WRITTEN SELECTION
Anonymous
O the crossroads saved gas through small towns and farm lanes I light a cigarette in the car. O the local restrooms are out of the question in the desert. We have to stop and eat we’ll sleep somewhere along the road we kiss and love the sights sometimes at the tourist traps no time for us to learn something new the radio is static. Voices and music is boring another face and body walking as the car slows through another town while the cop car watches. This small city looks good to me. No the engine can’t get cold. Jen found a pair of sunglasses in the desert while we were pissing next to the car. I found a meteorite. An airplane buzzed over us. Outside of Reno we were stopped and sent to jail. That car might be toxic… who you think you are?
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