the car gets stuck across two lanes
it’s suburbia at night
cigarettes are gone this
is not our car and i can’t
drive anything but crazy.

with a deer’s name she
took anything a dollar up
a dollar off for downers

you would have smoked anything
mopped that floor white
with your freshman tongue
pillaging the laundry
basket emptying pockets
for one more hit.

the only vein left on her
was in her head.

the steps were steeper going up
then down the smell of burning
plastic clung to your tonsils
like twine

he said you
were his best friend even
though he wasn’t yours.

the lights are closing in
and he’s a laugh a minute
like you’re not stuck here
across two lanes looking
for life off the highway

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