Parcels
I’d like to divide the bulk
Of my sadness into tiny parcels
And send them to strangers
All across the American outback
Then when I’m happy again
I’ll load up the truck
And road trip out west
Like Cassady and Kerouac
Slowly ascend creaking steps
Of wood-slatted front porches,
Knock on dusty doors
And ask for them all back.
8/14/20
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