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iron
by Chestina Craig
In a dream, the words:
approached me, wanting
I don’t know what.
Maybe they
were residual
from the previous
night.
The gasoline smell
terror,
that I had fragmented
my tank. If I had
gone up in flames,
At least I would have gone
out like a star.
I would have been
able to blame it
on the fact
That the center of me
is just
too