Driving west in the global north,
endlessly heading downhill.
Down, down to the flat bottomlands,
rich with place names designed to be aspirational –
Elyria, Avalon –
where trailers sprout like chickweed
among the corn.
Month: May 2016
When we danced that night
in the pulsing blue smoke –
I dreamt of endless road trip summers
one dirty bar to the next –
a never-ending cruise on the knife edge
between child and adulthood –
of waking up dirty with grass in my hair
and smiling at you through the haze
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