It’s 11:49 p.m.
and we’re still driving.
That’s all we’ve done.
The needle hovers
lifting and landing
upon the E for empty.
We’re content with
the smoky upholstery
that buoys our curvature.
The mechanical shelter
that trundles beneath us.
He’s rubbing his chin
where his shadow grows.
His ruby eyes on the road.
Knees pulled to my throat
I breathe and savor constellations
wondering how they might feel.
Stubble and midnight starlight
is how the next day begins.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
It’s 11:49 p.m.
and we’re still driving.
That’s all we’ve done.
The needle hovers
lifting and landing
upon the E for empty.
We’re content with
the smoky upholstery
that buoys our curvature.
The mechanical shelter
that trundles beneath us.
He’s rubbing his chin
where his shadow grows.
His ruby eyes on the road.
Knees pulled to my throat
I breathe and savor constellations
wondering how they might feel.
Stubble and midnight starlight
is how the next day begins.
