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This fragment makes the junkyard and the named place feel like coordinates in a private map of masculine memory.

Even as a short page, it suggests the poem is assembling identity out of steel, geography, and local knowledge. The place-name feels like a pin driven into the memory.

Fast Cars, a two-line fragment. Each guy had a way of searching through junkyards, a place of steel and some small place for tin too. Ends with the stray word Leavenworth. The poem is still assembling.