Garden: weeding
Start: the front yard a garden. All the yards, gardens. What is a garden?
Pansy, here is where we start. Spiral around a tree as if a tree could save. Across the street the tree that turns colors you want to see when you want to see them. You are in control. Red, no yellow, no orange, no green.
Violet, Rose, you die. Ride or die.
Pine tree in the front yard, 50 feet high where kissing happens. My grandfather had a naked woman tattooed on his arm from the war. If you kidnap me, drive me past my grandfather's house one last time so I can see him inside Deuteronomy's metonymy.
In Neolia, Iowa, two meth-heads on stolen BMX bikes pedal as fast as they can on the side of the highway divide. They are high and riding to the next town over 25 miles away. When there is nothing there, they go even farther. They will go until they are dead.
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