Stillwater
by Jason Wesco
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We drove six hours
south of somewhere
we wanted
out of
Cut-timed it to Johnny
down I-35
Arrived to a waitress
with a lazy eye
she didn't bat
when we said
where we were from
and why
A quarter television
spent us to dimes
as we knocked back
black coffee
and talked out the end of us
if we lasted the ride
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