a Forged Memory

A Poem by implicit

my eyes lost out the backseat window

her voice cursing

the gps that lied to us

is a little louder than

the radio murmuring an npr pledge drive

as we cross

into New Hampshire

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Added on August 10, 2023
Last Updated on August 11, 2023

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