New York State Route 109
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I’m wrecked out on the side of 109…
and the snow falls, piling up at my sides…
I am a human shape. A direct line from
god to the pavement. These cuts run like
the high school track…lapped by a gym
class up and down my back. A pretty girl
tells me I’m trapped in the dark. The sky
puffs up its chest, trying to use the best
face it has to push me back against the
white grass. A blinker goes off on its own,
clicking yellow, signaling an up-and-down
turn that’s impossible. Traffic passes in deep
distance …I can hear it moving…pocketing
the cold air and blasting it north. A pretty
girl tells me I’m trapped in the dark. Get it
together kid…try just a little bit. She’s got
giant eyes …and if they were the last two
things I saw, I could freeze and expire.
A gentle hand slides over my broken
fingers.
“109 isn’t your number”
she whispers.
