127 - We speed through the raindrops on the windshield only to find another car's headlights beaming towards us and before we know it, it's gone right through. I turn around. Taillights fade till I don't see them no more. Today we feature a couple of surrealist poems by Karen Carney.

🍎 Come to my ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠poetry event at Kubrick⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on July 27

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