I try most of the time
to exclude the feels that aren't
especially interesting
but my version of interesting
veers towards original
like a bycicle
that I just froze
on an Arizona highway.
It neared the white line
that marks an end
and it took me a while
to figure out that this,
this wasn't heartburn
or a pulsing purple vortex
that changed the world
somewhere between my front chest plate and my spine.
This was longing and leaving, and getting ready to miss terribly.
I felt the jolt
as the bike
left the road.
Be a romantic, shouted the desert.
-Citron
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