A Painful Day
The day my adventure began
was a painful day, after a fierce
torrent of pain. I was burying
my dog in the backyard, all alone.
When I uncovered a baby bottle
in a plastic bag, but covered in
cracked dirt nonetheless, childlike
curiosity was piqued. But the note
inside declared if you’re reading this,
it isn’t too late. Avoid all urban areas
on 4/9/18. Go to the coordinates on
the map, you’ll know what to do
when you get there. It was signed
below with my name. I didn’t know
whether to laugh or roll my eyes.
I had been in Chicago on that date
and the worst that had happened
was that I’d almost been late for
my train. But it was signed as
Alison Zerko and that bothered
me a bit. Who used my name to
write a bogus note like that?
I decided to search the coordinates
circled on the map- really just a paper
with lines that I could not interpret
but circled numbers at one point
that anyone could read- and see
where it was trying to lead me.
What I found was a place that…
did not exist. There was nothing.
That place of nothing was where
My adventure began and ended.
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