spring is the season
i'm lighting up in the sun
it embraces me
always channeling
someone through this aftertaste
of green beans and tar
that leaf looks like a
dried-up slug and this one looks
like a child's lost glove
empty parking lot
is my home away from home
please text me, loved ones
hold my right side up
the left side took on more tan
in the sun last week
wore a cowboy hat
i bought from a walmart in
rural washington
we drove curved highways
held on for life as she jerked
the wheel either way
at the time i wished
we would veer into heavy
traffic and burn up
over so quickly
only our memories are
hanging in hot air
got home after all
shame, but i'm disappointed
to find we're still here
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