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I Want to Live up to my Reputation |
I want to drive cross-country
with no suitcase, press
my fingers on roads
that lead to broken caverns.
Gravel colors her eyes black,
we collapse the day, pack
it in a cardboard box.
Lara's breath hovers
in dim glow red,
she holds our voices
like loose change.
Painting our names
in the sweat
on the window, I listen
for the hum of noon
as we crawl over empty strands
of an October day.
copyright 2008
Alex
Stolis |
