Before the drops of blood outside the gas station there was a son, and an engagement, she would never willingly leave either of them behind, a little boy in shorts looking out from a window pane, saying “My mom’s at some- where” and he too will know the pain that she is somewhere, and it is neither here nor there flitting under gas station lights, the smell of gasoline cool spring air, and head lights just out there, so close, and she was at work and mommy was supposed to be home by now, but awful things swim in the trunks of stranger’s cars syringes in a black box concealed, stranger found
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