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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE : We drive fast here
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I said I think it's happening. She came over and we watched his chest. It went up a little and down and then, not. His mouth and throat tried to breath. His chin was riding a bicycle. The clock ran down. We shouted goodbye. Have a great trip. We love you. We'll be fine here. I tried to shut his eyes but they were stubborn. She tried to shut his mouth; even more stubborn. His forehead was still warm. We didn't cover his face because we were used to it. It seemed like night but it was morning.
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The serpent reads to us from an advance copy of the Bible. He skips around. I'm guessing there's a surprise ending. It's fiction, right? I would never pick the forbidden fruit. I will admit to picking up the forbidden fruit after Adam shakes the tree hard. I cook the forbidden fruit, but by then it's not forbidden. It's windfall. It cooks down real smooth over the fire the serpent taught us how to make. I always leave him a big piece of pie for thanks. That snake does love his pie.
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We drive fast here
Fields shaved and trees rusted to the sky. Turkey vultures. Bondo'd quarter panels stack up soft at mile marker 86. Stuckeys. Semis haul cars, cars haul ass, share pot holes and possum smears, a steel stampede exhausts good air. Deer carcass strung out forty feet. Pecan logs, plastic Santa Claus impaled on a fence. This is our Midwest. This is how we scrape wind into angry funnels egged on by the road, highlighter and white band-aids leading to the next shimmering hill top and the next--we drive all day and never reach. A cop clocks us guilty but doesn't pursue. The rules have been such a disappointment. Each day a loss. We drive fast here. Nobody leaves alive.
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