at the corner of smoke and mirrors
in your backseat stuffed bags
of bread, toilet paper,
and oxydol. two kids banging
heads.
we inch closer.
the little voice in back of my head
begging for candy before we get home.
creeping forward our eyes lock and i know
i'd ditch it all for the chance to touch your face
smiling "go ahead"
we do
first me
then you
spitting gravel
your exhaust like perfume drifts through my window
as i reach across the seat
tossing skittles to the screams
and adjust the gridlock in my jeans.
(from the chapbook STUNNED BY THE MOMENT, 1990 - also published in The Chiron Review; photo by me)
of bread, toilet paper,
and oxydol. two kids banging
heads.
we inch closer.
the little voice in back of my head
begging for candy before we get home.
creeping forward our eyes lock and i know
i'd ditch it all for the chance to touch your face
smiling "go ahead"
we do
first me
then you
spitting gravel
your exhaust like perfume drifts through my window
as i reach across the seat
tossing skittles to the screams
and adjust the gridlock in my jeans.
(from the chapbook STUNNED BY THE MOMENT, 1990 - also published in The Chiron Review; photo by me)
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