the jeep trails we force the Subaru up and over
are rutted out
and threaten axle damage.
the butch woman at the chalet (when we finally arrive)
takes control of the situation, calling down rules
for word choice and boundaries.
the walls give.
my body lodges in the lathe and plaster, half on each side.
I am dissected.
you are nowhere to be found.
I remain, limbs dangling, immobile.
such is the arbitrary nature of the world.
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