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Form and content die together:
I am both unlucky and unhappy.
A friend gave me a tarot reading.
I fed the cards to a donkey.
The donkey, obsolete, becomes
a car that eats joyful moments.
The car dies after many terrible roadtrips’
headstrong, bickering lovers.
A boy takes headlights like these
to a shrine at the most dangerous
curve in the road; strangers
tossed from a window that
moments before let the wind
harass the driver’s vacation hair.
The boy does nothing. Says,
your bad luck is a headlight.
| Camilo Roldan |
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