Remembering Sunday on a Saturday Night

The road stretched like

lyrics, where there were lines

to cross

and a night to argue with

Crushed between

the passenger seat and a matchstick

body was my favorite hoodie

Lips like asphalt –

hottest during the summer

She said

I hope this makes you sad

And the metal hummed

beneath our blacked-out Vans

 

 

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