Infinite cities in between
used laundered clothes
a fugitive from my mother
colliding into other
miniature road warriors
of many
backgrounds and
nationalities
in the depths of the
hanging racks
fighting over
territories in
between skid-marked
underpants and
flowered dresses
I was deported
at the border of
used laundered clothes
a fugitive from my mother
colliding into other
miniature road warriors
of many
backgrounds and
nationalities
in the depths of the
hanging racks
fighting over
territories in
between skid-marked
underpants and
flowered dresses
I was deported
at the border of
Men's Summer Wear
and stacks of
twenty-five
cent paperback
continents, the
scattered sea of
doorknobs and
mutilated baby
dolls drowning me
in discarded
reality.
and stacks of
twenty-five
cent paperback
continents, the
scattered sea of
doorknobs and
mutilated baby
dolls drowning me
in discarded
reality.
About Kevin Ridgeway:
Kevin Ridgeway is a writer from Southern California. Recent work has appeared in Red Fez, Ray's Road Review and The Left Coast Review, along with forthcoming work in Breadcrumb Scabs, Calliope Nerve and Full of Crow. He lives in a shady bungalow with his girlfriend and their one-eyed cat.
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