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costco

at
a four way stop
an angry face aggresses
into a parking spot.

his vector surgically
perpendicular to me,
his face turned purple.

the gaze locked.
his hands splayed upwards.
the eyes widened and
hard as stone.

funny that we
normally see cars,
not the person inside.
except right now.
the soul of machine
is on fire.

his mouth mimes,
'what the eff ya going to do?'
then he smiles at his kid
in the backseat.

It's Christmas somewhere.

Not here.

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podcast notes – Chad Reay

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standing in knee deep snow

my footing
suddenly
feels wrong.

the slight slope
keeps pitching
me forward
giving space
on my neck
for a breeze
to run
up my back
and down my chest.

small stumbles
in this weather
are making me
second think
my choice
to unzip a bit.

the deeper
I press into
the drift,
there’s really no
way of avoiding
the tumbling
in from above.

then its
the melting
reminding me
that
my soles
and seams
were not built
for this weather.

and the slow
returning of feeling
to my toes
is kinda like
teeth being pushed
back in
after being pulled.

what did I expect?

the shuffle forward
marked by unremarkable
unpunctuated
parallel s-turns
leaves me
hip deep
and wishing I’d
backtracked sooner.

the cold creep
up my legs
promises
that no matter
how uncomfortable
the thought that
this
is
the way forward,

the thawing
is going to be
a major pain.