Of wind grabbing my hair
through the car window,
begging me to look
outside–
I’ve been here before
and though the road has been repaved,
the break inside is still shaky,
like it could reopen
with a specific jolt
of the wheels.
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Such familiarity can be a painful thing. I love this because your imagery puts me behind the wheel. Thank you, you’re brilliant!
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Awww, you really are too kind! Thank you!
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