30/30 Day 7: Of Smoke And Memory


Goldenrod streetlight
Humming over a black SUV
A road trip for the tethered
DC is in Brooklyn tonight
Soft thumb rushes
Over rugged flint
Sparked to pursed lips
This feels like home
Her hair and the smoke
Same color
Billowing like tunnel vents
On an empty side street
Can’t believe it’s not raining
In Gotham
The only wet I care for
Between her lips
A steam trap and
I’m lost in the clouds

A blown shotgun love
Leads to a blown shotgun kiss
A shotgun passenger
Leads to a shotgun wedding

This feels like home

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