(my title was too long again because i'm a dummy)
we slept in the backseat, but the we in question was incorrect
it's almost a memory
frost clouding the windows
warmth in the backseat
it's too early in the night to be a memory
and the heat comes from a stray dog
not you
i do not have to drive
(4 am comes back to haunt me)
i wish i did
i would give anything
for this to be familiar
instead of
almost similar
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Şiiryoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn