Shaun Gant en "Pick Up" <p>What kind of finger to point? At which<br />map showing which right or southern turn? On<br />the newly poured shoulder, tar sucks at my shoe<br /><br />I'm willing to walk out here alone, gravel grinding<br />my heel, gray day and the surface of the road<br />one continual oatmeal. No one thumbs<br /><br />a ride on the frontage road but me<br />so no one stops but you. Stories of fingers<br />in the psychopath's pocket, suspicion float back<br /><br />and forth in our first stumbling exchange.<br />You need me for company. I settle grateful. Mon, 18 Nov 2013 13:51:00 +0000 Shaun Gant 11200 at "Pick Up"