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I better listen when Emily tells me
"I want to go somewhere where no one knows me,
not even on Facebook".
Do not roll my eyes.
Do not say say:
maybe you could get a trucker name, "Witchy Woman" and never stop.
Not even for a four dollar footlong.

Because her eyes are blue
like the fabric she sewed over the buttons in her pants
when she got that allergy to Nickel;
I'll believe the trick.
Wisdom pulled out of her plastic thumb.

I'll ask where she is going
She'll jab two fingers into the sides of my puffer-fish cheeks
and drawl "you don't get it"
as the air comes out.