This drive busts balls.
I twisted thruways,
glided over black ice,
and pumped my brakes light twice
without a Bud Light on my breath;
I’m doing better.
And whatever that means,
it’s rather pleasing to her itching ears.
Voices scream lyrics through the speakers,
pounding the beat to theatric
conversations over texts that
lacked context, with letters that didn’t exist.
This cup of cold coffee keeps me
alive only when I see her in every headlight,
closer my every road marker,
approaching me to the beam of applause,
spilling into my arms as dead weight that I can’t shake.
Our lips embraced each other with long kisses.
I traveled this far; we could roll the dice with each other’s heartstrings.

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