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Pit Stop, Rabbit Ears Pass Corinne White

taquitos roll on a tin belt deliberate, ninety nine cent rations for the ramblin’ of the road, for us scraggled lovers, who love these stale mounds of spinning meat amongst postcards and cigarettes. We kids buy ten, and it starts to rain. Mountain rain smells sweet, untouched like a newborn deer unable to move. We eat taquitos in the van and i’m sad to leave the beauty of the station, of the rolling meals of cheap freedom. But here we move on, to somewhere—our bodies high up, in flux, screaming for chords of truth

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Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...

Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...