You wear your red t-shirt like
my fever,
cover your eyes with sun glass..
and
drive, drive, drive.
I wake, only to find more snow has
fallen.
..
Fallen
looks
that
glitter
in
their
shells
..
Shells
&
songs. sung out loud.
spaces, roll by and by
your cursive heart.
the crunch of tires on ice.
Ice
blue. the waitress sets down our steaks. more lemon slices in a plastic cup.
your phone vibrates on the table. tattered cherubs stuck on the wall.
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