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The Geography of Detroit

requires no assembly. Requires the stubborn faith

of the abandoned child at the locked church door

clutching his get out of jail free card. Requires

the illusion of covering your tracks

when no one gives a damn to start with.

I felt I was off to a good start, then ended up

with swearing and a preposition. That’s how

it works here, 6 Mile Road to 36 Mile Road,

praying for the optical illusion of cliffs

to justify free fall.

Someone carved the history of the auto industry

on a piece of rock salt. That piece of salt

went on to melt a small slice of ice

and contribute to the construction

of the world’s largest pothole.

I was going to say, “That’s another story,”

but there is no other story.

Going to need some gas soon.

Shouldn’t be the last word

but it is.

from Birth MarksFind it in the library

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Published in Jim Daniels Poems

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