New Mexico Diner

by Tyler Avery Barnett

So what? I borrowed a wheelbarrow
a few nights before
leaving for Hollywood
and decided not to leave
a forwarding address.

A pain,
always paining me
with stories of God
and gays destroying

I breathed through my mouth until
the county border and after, spent 24 years
forgetting that wheelbarrow in the pines.

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