Indirection
There was a sign in the middle of the road.
Not just any sign because it spoke in slow tones
like we're all ignorant and need flashcards to understand;
there are only four corners we can go.
Well shit, I thought, watching others separate left and right.
Forward and backward I blink and think,
maybe I need those damn instructions after all.
When I felt like curling into a ball,
your left hand entwined mine while the right flipped off the sign.
I've got you, your smile matched mine as we claimed our own fucked up destiny
meandering and exclaiming they'll never catch me.
Joy4no1
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