the sap runs in the trees like
trucks inside the Callahan tunnel, their exhaust
clogging my nostrils, the clanging of their pistons filling
my ears, I can feel their tires pulling against my skin and tearing
it like so many fingernails on a the blackboard,
leaving behind stuttering black marks
on pale skin.
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