Covered Car


No one has called as 9:49 rolls around.

and I'm sure the tv blares through his head forgetting all

that the 'weird' girl has said.

Little snatches of Febuary cold and conversation, cranky

worded tongues flop through parking lots,

night dreams seap through my hands as I struggle to

control the hawaiian covered car.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

hello david

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hey. thanks for the comments on my poems. much appreciated. :)

uhh.. i'm not emo, though. actually, i despise emo kids. ugh.