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Leaving

Sat 18th Jun 2016












Speeding

through the night,



with the
dashboard lit up like a cockpit,



we were
inertia, we were kinetic.



This could
be an
autobahn



or motorway in your language.



We
gathered momentum but



you looked
uneasy, talked fast



about the
state we were in,



and kept
one hand on the wheel.



The map
showed us where we’d been



but you didn’t
care where we were going.



You pointed
a finger at nothing in particular,



just ghosts
at the roadside



that could
have been signs.



You
would have built a wall



to keep
them out out out –



always walls
for them, not us.



I tried
to sleep, to tune out your noise.



I dreamt
of
biere blonde in the Grand Place



and woke
to the sound of shortwave radio.



Then turned
and found you’d



opened the
door and exited



while we
were still driving.

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