Long drives with empty gas tanks
We don’t even need to talk

The mountains are our city
Surrounded by trees taller than skyscrapers

And you
Unabridged, unprecedented, utterly unremarkable
Are everything

Distracted by our wet pavement reflections
We tend to forget we are broken

Why come up for air
When drowning is so much more alluring?

Rule breaking
Is better when in twos

We’ve never been the tame kind

—m.h.

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