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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