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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

eventually

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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