Back Seat
We lie back listening
to the popping of stars in their dark pods.
I fish for words
that are not raw and wriggling.
You smoke a spiral staircase.
The car keeps swaying in our heads
over a shock absorbing silence.
I know you are looking through me,
searching for love-bones
on a distant back seat.
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