past sad apartments next to a mcdonalds
a cricket on the dry ground
past a black woman in a sundress, my eyes trailing for another look at her shoulders
through the smell of grass still scarred from the passing summer
through memories of a thousand septembers
cassie stops to take a dump right next to a building and I don't have a bag so we just run away.
up the rusted steps
through the narrow, caged pedestrian bridge
over the howling six-lane highway
we run as fast
as we fucking
can
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