After feathering the clutch, an idle semi sheds the interstate and rests with running lights: a still illusion behind waves of dry heat. The other semi cranks and turns over into a straight line and cruises across the flats, splitting heat at the stake. The idle semi peacefully lies horizontal down at the level of the baseboard & carpet, with hair draping over hand on skull. The other follows its tic’s vibration across the never-faltering straight line without finding peace. Rue for all; in unison.
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