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Bridge to Nowhere

by Alex LeGrys


I accidentally drove

myself out to

the wrong side of


parking garages

employ clown valets

with rose wigs

and lime high heels


it never stops raining

on the wrong side of town—

you’ll hydroplane all night

and find an old

man’s antique pocket watch

floating in a puddle


the cars never seem

to turn in time

on the wrong side

of town—

I certainly didn’t

know the only standing

bridge was a

tunnel to the ocean


but maybe it would be

a little better, if we

went together—

swimming around

the wrong side

of town.