Last night I searched for you in the surf
In waves that flooded a house on a cliff
All I could see was the chimney barely breaking the surface
I thought of you inside those four walls
Tumbling in the waves amid your things
I woke up just as I reached that barely there chimney
My fingers falling through nothing as I tried to grab anything real
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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inspired by a random photo of the Oscar Mayer wienermobile & my deeply artistic mind
What if we kissed in the Oscar Mayer wienermobile and we got so into it that we accidentally started the wienermobile and it moved forward, lurching through the city streets like an ungodly worm while two humans writhe inside? What then?
-rjm
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