6 hours on the road
Big thief and
Anxious eyes
We barely know each other but
We do a really good job
Pretending
They say to trust your
Intuition but
I trust your van
I trust your bed
I trust your thick, wrinkled
Skin
& wandering with nothing
But the sound of the engine
And the biggest sky you’ve
Ever seen
Black eyelashes and silence
Labor day
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