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Sonnets From Other Lives: Fiction

Stop right there—he said—& I’ll finish your story.
You ran away from home when your step father
started hitting on you. She was sorry
for the guy, but hell, his stories got her
further down the road & that was all she
asked. You tried to make it in L.A.
but that didn’t pan out. Eventually
you decided you would make your getaway.
She smiled & nodded—watched the desert fly
past the windshield. He could write her story
any way he wanted. It’s a ride
right? In truth the truth was boring.
She was down & out & all she had to give
him was license to rewrite her narrative.