To Manchester

I see a Mercedes and think of Bret Easton Ellis
I remember the textured covers of novels
while I sit with my
feet thrown up on the dash
I’m in a Cherokee and I’m sitting high up
looking down into the Mercedes, shining
in high June sun
so clean
with a clean driver, clean hair and dress

Sweat pools beneath my arms
and in the hollow between
and I shine, too
beneath layers of earth and life

dirt cakes the cover of my book, sprinkles
even the spine and
crawls into the pages

I find my place and trace the words
I love

Disappear Here*

*from Ellis’s novel Less Than Zero

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