there's a wreck on 95 nearly
every morning.
fenders crumpled, hoods
thrown
into the air, wind shields
cracked.
cell phones. cigarettes.
relationships
gone south.
kids. a crazed deer sprinting
towards
the other side.
coffee. the weather.
distractions.
we're not made for this.
it's a wonder there's not
more.
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