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Hero

When I came out of the hole
There was no belt buckle,
Arguments or rest stops
That could save me
Nothing but soggy fries
Fallen from the carton
Wedged into the seat cushion
No signs of the dreams that
Made me feel dizzy

It seemed that the wasps
Prodding my belly had
Escaped along with my
Father, mother, sister
Who had left me alone
To stare at the tinted mirror
To see what remained of
My face

I remembered something about
The precipice.
A plateau had to be climbed first
To snatch the sun away from the
Toasty smoldering desert
I felt sweaty and stuck to the seat
Like lifesavers candies melted
To the packaging,
They could barely save themselves

I pushed the coat off my back
Covering me as I was passed out
On our way to somewhere in New Mexico
Now we were stopped at a Tex-Mex joint
By the road
And I had three yellow jackets
Hugging the side of my blood stained stomach
They were squished dead
I must have been perplexed by my victory