vignette

okay be that way...


not to acknowledge

a degradation

pursuant

to

indifference

about the

physical hunger

of brothers and sisters

near and afar...


exacerbates the

slow, raw simmer

of the hitch-hiker,

who resents the driver-

for owning the car-

that picks him up

and delivers him

to his gratitude-free

destination...


"I get

out here,"

he drawls...