i'd like to hitch a ride
to delaware
for no other reason
than to just go
get away from all this normal
maybe the friendly driver
would play old springsteen cassettes
i'd like the sound at the beginning of each side
we'd smoke cigarettes
one after the other
and trade names
i'd tell her that i play the guitar
she'd tell me that she arranges flowers
maybe we'd be silent for parts of the trip
she'd tap the steering wheel
i'd gaze out the window at the cows
in a lonely fuck pasture
counting tombstones as they pass
perhaps our hands might touch
when we'd both go to flip the tape
at the same time
maybe we'd consider a kiss
she'd blush slightly and maybe i wouldn't
who could tell anymore?
there'd be an annoyingly dull pain in my arm
surely a heart attack
would that be a vulture in the distance?
soaring through heat lines
she'd clear her throat
more than a few times
i'd hate that
i should have worn sunglasses
i'd think to myself
she'd point to the glove box
i'd open it and she'd gesture
with a finger
to the pill bottles
it'd be a small town pharmacy in there
naturally i'd assume the choice was mine
maybe i'd settle on oxycontin
she'd take two of the five tapped into my palm
and wash them down with snapple
i'd gulp mine dry and take two more
when in rome, right?
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