I sped into her life,
hurtling into the memory
of us in her front seat.
Arrest me for breaking
her heart.
Sentence me to serve
her body in service.
Teach me to drive,
to drive her body crazy,
to slip over the black ice
of my life without colliding
into the luck that swerved
around my self-esteem.
She insists on pulling me downtown
to a chapel to steal my last name
over the regret that we found in a junkyard
of optimism, leading to the adoration
we devote to each other.

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