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Show Go Love/100 11 Lonoke, Arkansas The Super 8's across the road from Knight's Grocery, where I once paid to see LEVIATHAN SEA MONSTER OF THE DEEP, a gray whale floated in a semi-trailer full of formaldehyde. Behind the check-in counter, a wall clock as Hari Krishna written in red across its white face The Indian owner has never looked me in the eye. I know her by the smell of curry, how it forever leaks from a door behind the front desk, her family's suite entrance. She's taken off her veil since our last visit-the red dot floating between her eyes "Your father, Mr Harvell. We have two messages." Out in the Pathfinder, Renee and Lara sit with the air on high It's hot as hell, you forget a pain like heat. Asphalt mirages shimmer over the hotel parking lot Renee's had to pee since Carlisle. One note, written in the hostesses precise hand says Joey. Key on top of electric box Gone to get haircut. Judy and Bold flying down. O.W. Next is a hand I've seen him write into the IceLand Driver's Log on Sundays after a heavy meal. He'd be about to hit the road-eastbound in an IceLand rig-forging his eight hours on, eight hours off across Tennessee and North Carolina |
