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Rush from the door, a squeaky
“Love you later bye” flapping behind.
I jump behind the wheel and drive off
snaking my way intuitively, diagonally
across town. At a long light near
Montlake Cut I grip, grind
resilient vinyl steering wheel and feel
the distinct absence of three
important rings from my fingers. One
friendship, one love, one forever,
they rest untidy in a pile in the middle of the dining
room table (love you later bye)
Momentary panic — untethered (should I turn
back, fetch my happy tokens and try again?) Untethered
I feel, one hand at a time, still
driving on, the sleek absence of silver
golden jewel that leaves
me individual, on my own, just for tonight
I remember the skin of my youth.
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