We Wanted to Get Lost in Arizona by Jeff Burt

We wanted to get lost in Arizona, more to lose our troubles take them to a place where they could sit and rust and no one would care. Tossed into other rusted troubles unrecreated vehicles of passion emotional waffles of fiberglass siding faded and peeled, with loose dogs of pathos whining and milling searching for something and nothing. We didn’t want our troubles to disappear. We wanted them placed in the lost where found would never find them. They were the only things we owned.

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