The Unknown: The Red Line.
  we were driving from one end of the alphabet to the other
our van broke down just outside of Q
three poets hitchhiking
one thumb upraised in gesture
nobody will stop
but somebody will stop
marjorie perloff
in a Mercedes in fact
there is a tension
a sense of forced enjambed conversation
an abrupt decor
motion sickness and a burn from coffee
cigarette smoke and radio dial
we are between stations
we say nothing
we were driving from one end of the alphabet to the other
 

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