....You were the B-movie I just had to sit through again.

—you lover of warehouses and railroad tracks,
the ticket that exits the city with no
coming back, motels with clothes dropped on the floor like the thrown-away future,
where the bad art—that broiling
autumnal scene over the bed—won't quit either
in this place where nothing
gives up and sleeps.

from In Danger,"The Fahrenheit Chronicles"
Suzanne Lummis

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