THIS IS NOT A POEM ABOUT WHERE THE LOST CHILDREN GO 12.7.17

12.7.17

 

me: last time i was here i oriented my car west until i hit the ocean.

her: did it work?

me: sure. Sunset spits you out at PCH.

her: that’s where all the lost children go.

 

something profound can be mined from this conversation. if anyone discovers what it is, please say so. 

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