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the archive(s):
issue no. 3:
Bathetic / Jordan NA Fouts
Anticipation mounts in the back seat
foggy windows smear as cushions creak
nose and sticky hands against the glass.
"Dad, stop, please! Dinosaurs
and cowboys, only a state or two away!"
Another traveler unwittingly swayed
by boldface-painted whispers on the trail.
Billboards teach us words we don't know:
not overtly in emphatic tongue, raised
above our height, against the sky,
but in what they show, or what they don't.
"Aw! I thought it would be bigger!
Is that it? It's just an ugly lizard...
I'm hot and tired; can't we go?"
Palimpsests on catafalques
built up and building,
from Burma Shave to jackalopes
to a wonderfully crashing anticlimax.
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