a semi's taillights lead us home
we litter cigarette butts along the highway,
our interpretation of breadcrumbs.
i hope that one day
(when our skin begins to slide from our bodies)
we are able to remember these nights.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
a semi's taillights lead us home
we litter cigarette butts along the highway,
our interpretation of breadcrumbs.
i hope that one day
(when our skin begins to slide from our bodies)
we are able to remember these nights.
Request permission to use this poem