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Friday, July 09, 2004

 

My parents and my sister recently made separate cross-country drives. Here's a poem based on a place my mom saw. She said I would have loved it.

The Western Conception of the Desert Island

The bathroom was clean, but two
Of the stalls were out of order
And the overhead light broken,
The only cake of soap dried
Out with grit. It was West
Texas or east New Mexico and
No waves, no sea turtle, no samba,
But sand surrounding dry grass
Surrounding sand surrounding
Dry grass surrounding this
Truck stop with nothing for sale,
Just this bathroom and a flat
Alkaline ocean, bisected by
Asphalt, by the moldy red
Velvet lining the walls.

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Atmospheric, no? My specialty. Really. My sister also had many adventures. She got a speeding ticket issued on authority of a Texas town so small she can't find it on a map, was told lewd things by bikers, and almost died in Devil's Canyon. She also learned that at least one person on the Tennessee/Virginia border believes that Saturday is the proper Sabbath, that celebrating any other Sabbath puts you in league with the devil, and that a billboard is the proper way to communicate these sentiments. Also, that if another billboard is to believed, the state of Arkansas strongly urges its citizens to consume rice (or in the words of the billboard, "Rice. Wow!")

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