Claw Clip Driver
Open Container Passenger
Something so fun about fog.
Dreamy, bored checkmate,
bubbles on tap. Home Alone
in underwear & a little tank
top, eyeliner manic. I lie often,
just a lacy bump in the road.
+ we’re all dying in traffic.
Concrete, wet. & congested
dusk, faster everyday, route
along red-string Vogue-flash
lights. You’re one big yawn
in the passenger seat tonight.
We haven’t spoken in months,
& it seems you like it that way
except to scream to 1 mill.
shutter brakes & nightcore
soundtracks like we used to.
+ your face is highlighted blue.
I just want to get icecream
again & walk along the water
past my favourite statue & sky
without dissolving into the sea.