that we feel what's left of the cramp
in our calves
from a night awakened
by a day of dreaming.
All along the interstate
the raptors pick through maggots
looking for the meat
that these motorists have found.
We don't want to go out
the way we used to go out.
We've looked for blood in the water
and found it.
It's been so long
since something drastic
with passion
with our names carved actions.
"We Deserve This,"
the exit sign says
as we ease up
off the right.
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