She found herself sitting just off the road
on the roof of her mis-parked hatchback,
neck bent, eyes up, feet dangling through
the moonroof, absorbing the ambient light
from the halogen lamps over the ridge
outside the only strip mall in town with both
a twenty-four hour pharmacy and a bank,
his prescription reduced to spitball consistency
from the heat of the steering wheel against her palm,
her thighs covered in the same pill residue
that marred the surface of her nail file,
and decided that round is round and white is white, after all,
and that she liked the idea of the placebo he had married
fighting back.

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