I leave all roads nameless, just like their destinations.

I chewed my thumbnail and spit the excess out of the window,
the small shape of a crescent moon spilling all over the highway.
There's trash all over in the medians, hitchhikers
wandering back and forth under the overpasses.
This morning, it's hard to see passed
the ice crystals on the windshield,
I pretend they are love letters composed for the sun.
That's how it is, and when it's not, it's should be.
That's how you can tell the difference between
a memory and,
an imaginary friend you once professed your love to.
I still tell you all of my secrets, because you are nameless,
because after a thousand on-ramps and exits,
you no longer exist.

Amberlee Carter

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