Call Me Before You Leave

You’re on the side of the highway when you get the news, the sun in your eyes, the roadside cabin as empty as the harvested field across the way. Everything you considered revealing in writing resurfaces between the turn signal clicks.

prison cell noose
“I’ll fix the roof
when I get home”

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