Down rolling roads

towards window shielded skies

and jerky stops where spills of coca-cola hardened in the cup holder

never cleaned

just dabbed at with a crumpled up receipt

from a birth control subscription

I almost forgot each day

and kept inside the glove box so I could reach over the instant my wandering thoughts remembered

before work at that job I hated and escaped


you carried me

you carried me to the next car

to strains of Bon Iver

in the sprinkling rain your wipers didn’t quite clear off

how could I leave you

leave you (and the coffee stained mats and the crunch-edged bumper and the stereo system my father bought for me and the seats that fit me perfectly)

outside the car lot

saying goodbye with the brake-lights of a car

I only just met.


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