On the drive back
to your house,
I had my seat reclined,
and when I turned my head to the left,
I found a footprint I'd left
on the back window
and when i looked up at the road,
we hadn't gotten nearly as far
as I'd thought.
We listened to lo-fi indie music
about sad twenty-somethings,
and I watched your face
and wouldn't look away
even though the street lights blinded me.
Red lights reflect
across your jawline.
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Poems from July
ПоезіяI wrote a poem every day in July of 2017!! Not all of them are published here but this was the idea behind my writing 12 books in 2018!
