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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Julie Bolt


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The Riverbed

When our car broke down
in the riverbed of the Mjave desert
And our cell phone didn't work
and there was no one around for miles, miles, miles
I thought: I always wanted to perish in the desert
I love its smells and its eternity
But I felt guilty that my son and husband would die there too
So my desert death fantasy
wasn't really theirs
And I wished I was stranded alone
and could do my I imagined ceremonies,
The ones where I finally knew
I was part of something larger —
When we were rescued, I was glad that my family wouldn't expire
in such an untimely and thirsty way
But, as they towed our car, I felt some regret
For I knew that this was one missed destiny
And all else would be smaller than imagined