Love me like the car I'm looking for.
The warrants in your glove box are
a sign I can't redeem you. But, I wouldn't
make you into potstickers~ just unzip
you in the virtual reality of our Iphones.
They warned us that this was the kind of
behavior we should be ashamed of.
Eventually we'll bolt like dirtbags
dodging bullets in Fallujah.

Written by Sara Fielder © Mar 2017