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Feb 2017
smoke fills any negative space between the two of us in the back seat of your car
your face is changing, love.
morphing and melting into sludge dripping down my inner thighs
you said i'm cold in nature
but god, when you touched me,
it burned
each night I find trouble staying asleep
eyes closed, broken mirrors, headlights on
a snap back into reality
and i'm crashing
my head hits your steering wheel
the seatbelt tries to contain my heart beating out of my chest
but it isn't until the airbags come out
that it stops beating entirely
and my eyes are unengaged
and there's rubble for miles
but even after I'm thrown in plastic white
zipped up
I do not immediately awaken
instead I stay for a while and walk around
until I turn around to see your arms outstretched towards me
and that is when I sit up, back to the realm of the day dreaming
cleaning cars until you aren't in it
Queen of the Highway
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Queen of the Highway  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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