SORRY FOR BEING 16!
Three rings to a cracked phone
Shannon on her shenanigans again
We laugh until we see spots
Then we start the engine, do donuts in the parking lot
Old qualms die on a quiet dawn
Epiphany hour, we stay out until the trucks chase us home
This place is played out, a vacancy at the edge of outer space
A shore line would surely show us that everything ends
But here, there’s only concrete, i-95, trash on a median,
walmart
I’d ride a six lane wave with you at my side
I’d follow road signs and drive until we outlined
Every contour of this galaxy, every arid angle of these hand-drawn state lines
I’d keep you sane and hold you still, I’d be your sometimes soulmate
Big pretender, catastrophe-mender, devastatingly underwhelmed
And when we finally meet that mythical end (there’s no way this ever ends)
I’d pinky promise to disappear without a trace
I’d turn to you and I’d say:
We’re the best damn thing that ever happened to this place
Special thank you to
Dervla
Sarah Adler
Meg
Zoe
For some of today’s words