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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 12, Number 2, June 2018
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Michael H. Lester
Los Angeles, California, USA


Which Way Home?

Mom forgets to come home some nights and Dad sleeps on the couch.

I become sullen and rebellious. My grades begin to slip and I barely graduate. I manage to get accepted to Detroit Institute of Technology where I take accounting and a required gym class. I hate them both, rarely attend, and eventually drop out.

a fierce windstorm
scatters street debris
along brick walls
the same ones
I pound my head against

I decide to take a trip to clear my head and find myself. Into my black Ford Victoria, I pack a suitcase with my sparse greaser wardrobe, a comb and toothbrush, for my drive to Toronto. Having no sense of direction, I stock the glove compartment with half a dozen AAA maps, fill the tank with Sinclair gasoline at 17.9 cents per gallon, and take the tunnel from Detroit to Windsor.

the way
to self-realization
eludes me
as I come to another
fork in the road

Despite the bold yellow lines on the AAA maps and the plethora of roadside signs, I never do find Toronto. I fall asleep on the side of the highway for the night and head back to Detroit in the morning.

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