(c) Joe Kidd -ghost for Kerouac

7 DAYS We were driving fast, not looking where we were going. US127 was empty except for the turtle in the middle of the road. I tried to swerve to the right but ran over it anyway. I got sick, I thought of eggs and bacon. Stopped the car, ran back to pick up the pieces. The turtle was not there. No blood, no meat, nothing. So, I took a piss in the bushes and went back to the old Ford Falcon with wood on the side. It was gone. Darkness fell. The 1st day. In Dexter there is a bridge where the ghosts hang out. Fools like me go there to tempt them and capture their light. They don’t have to breathe. I looked down into the river where the carp were waiting for the worms to fall. It started to rain. The…