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Trails of Ink Stranded on the Asphalt

Danielle Loewen
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2 min readJun 15, 2022

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Photo by Laker : https://www.pexels.com/photo/rusty-abandoned-car-near-fence-in-desert-6156525/

“I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.” — Adrienne Rich, “Diving into the Wreck

Crumpled
a hood, folded in on itself
metal/rumpled/wrinkled

wrecked.

How To Climb Out of This Crenulated Car

an optimist might call this dead-end devastation braille and touch its lines tenderly, scan its ridges for lessons not yet learned, secret sentences guarded by the bluffs and basins, encoded in a car bonnet as creased as mislaid laundry

crinkled/crumpled/crashed
the motor revs and revs but the wheels?
misaligned. steering
wheel askew

(I am no mechanic but) the muffler sounds congested — it coughs/coughs/coughs a staccato sound without a signifier. deflated typo tires sag wretchedly, vital iridescent fluids leak — trails of ink stranded on the asphalt. the headlights? unable to illuminate — empty eyes (mind the sharp edges) finding no things beyond but a bleak and unblinking darkness

a battered
origami language, lashing
paper/rumpled/wrinkled
ravished.

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Danielle Loewen
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she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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