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speeding down a dark road with no headlights,
the adrenaline feels nice but
eyes are dry in the quick-cooling night:
it’s hard to see our way ahead.
I tilt my head back to feel
the wind whipping my throat raw,
pouring in through the cracked window,
pushing past my cracked lips into my lungs;
my nose begins to run.
I’m used to my hand on a gearshift,
5 speeds and reverse, but you drive an automatic
so when you ask, “Is this ok?”
the only answers are “gas” or “brake”.
“pull over,” I want to tell you. “hold me,
but not too close.”
cough drops held between our lips, medicine melting
on our tongues and dripping down into our lungs:
we would kiss.
but my voice is gone,
so I nod my head in the darkness,
feeling the warmth of your hand as you press mine
into the steering wheel,
neither of us knowing the curve of our road.