"You are leaving Texas but you are still in Texas. You are leaving
Texas via Texas, which is no quick way, but the only way to leave Texas. The air is hot as you stick
your arm out the window, shimmying the wheel with your other hand. You see yourself in the rearview
mirror. You look at your chin and mouth, you look at your eyebrows. You imagine yourself in a movie,
and wonder what would happen next. A new scene, or maybe a flashback? You light a cigarette
and see that you are staying in character. Every breath you take is supposed to happen. You can't miss."
Erika Krouse - "Via Texas"
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