The car about 20 feet away. We could
be victims or snipers. Laying there perhaps
after the event or before it, possibly
an effect or possibly the cause.
You roll over onto your back and
let your head roll to the side so
your eyes fall into mine and
your hair falls over your face and
a car drives past, going down the road.
Your fingers tap the stereo when we're driving
and songs skip like stones over the water.
I've got the window cracked to ash my cigarette
and the wind is blowing your hair over your face
and you don't mind.
Eventually we take to leaving monuments,
small tokens, at the spots where we stop
on the roadside to stretch out and relax.
Once a pop can with a smiling face punctured in its side
by your penknife. Once a receipt from last night's motel
folded into a shape, improv origami. Things
like that anyway. Because it feels like that
with you. Like a fairy tale, like one
let your head roll to the side so
your eyes fall into mine and
your hair falls over your face and
a car drives past, going down the road.
Your fingers tap the stereo when we're driving
and songs skip like stones over the water.
I've got the window cracked to ash my cigarette
and the wind is blowing your hair over your face
and you don't mind.
Eventually we take to leaving monuments,
small tokens, at the spots where we stop
on the roadside to stretch out and relax.
Once a pop can with a smiling face punctured in its side
by your penknife. Once a receipt from last night's motel
folded into a shape, improv origami. Things
like that anyway. Because it feels like that
with you. Like a fairy tale, like one
of those modern fairy tales.
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