In the Land of Long Distances

Tell me again, how I fell, from the high windows waving:
How cold winters froze our car batteries,
the roads home converged like clogged arteries.
                                                    Make up a story
for me being gone so long; say he got lost
at the mall, say he got saved by a tall field
of cornstalk.
                                       Maybe this is hell:
attending everyone else’s funerals. One day
you wake up, the next day’s just the same.

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