A flashlight, two empty pill bottles, and a bag of barley oats.

Need to flesh this out more.

I look out the window
at empty highway of my body,
at the specters of our children –
too lost to die on roads
shriveled from disuse.
I crumple atlases, swallow them
for their ink;
old medicine that stains me.
I am told this is progress.

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