by Emily Hamm
Memorable?
Not likely.
Absolutely ordinary.
Nothing meaningful about it.
Passing by, accidentally getting stuck.
Accidents are mistakes.
Common.
Happens to everyone.
In this town,
With only a name worth mentioning,
A ridiculous name.
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The common seems to be frequent.
Accidents are no longer by mistake.
Purpose,
Drives the town into a name.
Energy resides underneath the
Abnormal
Normal
Indecent
Town called
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Luring,
Drawing the cars in close.
A submissive driver.
Happy to oblige.
A simple exit on the highway,
A wrong turn.
Right turn.
Just passing through.
How far will I make it?
Main St.
Captivating from the start.
Mountains in the distance.
Calling, Beckoning.
I am here.
Here I am.
An accidental purpose.
I will just turn around.
But where?
Locals observe the out of state plates
Hatefulness breeds in their eyes.
A smile on their face.
Vermont. Iowa. California.
A blaring horn behind me
But no one is there?
A knock on my window.
A townie invites me to observe the crude attractions of
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The town seems to be growing bigger. And I grow smaller.
Smile Capital of America.
Of Earth.
I’m just another casualty.
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