Baggage Claim: Assumtive

She stumbled thirty miles delirious
Toward the last exit
She’d passed, bitter,
face contorted, drooping
with sweat and back ache
before recalling the map
her mother shoved into her purse
showing a rest
a mile ahead
of where she’d stopped.

That’s how presumption works…
wasted time pretending
to know.

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