Friday, July 11, 2008

VOLVO

sitting across from the scent of love
Rachel may ask, how her leather seat
seems so alive so odorous?
seconds of freedom
against glass where eye's follow
the lights on the backs of cars
looking severed by organic electricity
wrapped in breath
trustworks.
feelings survive
Chicago's
extended mind,
the distance
straight forward
phone
to ear.
sweetheart,
we were
there.

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