drive edward scissorhandsville, monday
talking sex and
relationships
from the back seat
of a volvo
our ears deaf and
a-okay with
misgivings and hearts
on tattered sleeves
for the world to
see or at least
the three inside
the dark chassis
lit only by
the gas gauge and
odometer
and the dashboard
we tread on near
trampled roads at
the bottom of
the black end sky
and then went home
better off for
being honest
and being saved.
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