An Idaho Beauty Queen Working a Washington Truck Stop
She stares out the window, pretending to control the weather.
I take another hit. Pretend to order a pizza.
There’s a flutter in my chest, like I just missed a breath.
I would pretend to go to a doctor.
But I know what I’ll be told.
And the Netflix plays on and on.
This was written by Robert Herring
. Posted on Thursday, February 12, 2015, at 2:31 am
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