Convertible
Drive fast enough, our chains become a thousand flailing strings, a tangled ball for the cats, graffiti on God’s bureaucracy. Wind batters, hair whips, eyes burn, but we revel in the truth of it. It roars so loud we forget to breathe. The wind changed. For a moment, we are what it portends.
Donald Pepka is a fourth-year student at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina. He is pursuing degrees in Public Policy Studies and Mathematics. His poetry has appeared in The Archive. He enjoys wearing a variety of flannels and learning about space.
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