The Country I Cannot Enter
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If I live to touch her, I will cure the cold.
It’s common, how you maximize forgiveness
like a shortcut to the store.

Just south of Georgia’s border I lick the milkshake from my lip,
watch the waitress check her slip.

It’s up to me. She’s forgotten
how glorious is the road,
how I improve it, smash the dashboard like a sun.

Tell her how far I’ve come to where I was not before.
How far it takes to become lost, nothing
like a Chinese theatre, glamorous and masked.

I see with eyes like a gun, unreasonable,
gray ice, the price of betrayal.
If you go away I will find you

by the shell of a familiar moon,
inside the tenor of an obscured promise.

From American Girl by Cynie Cory

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