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the ugly midwest again
god is whistling
a happy little tune
it is raining
here we are again baby
driving across the ugly heartland
of this country
facing down corn and cattle
staring into the eyes of nothingness
and country music stations
jamming up clear waves
love by the two-way
your kiss a pail of cold water
dumped over my head and
down the front of my shirt
you hold me just right
at the pit stops
the embrace that only a man
who really knows you can
make you feel
sparks don't fly
it's just that really comfortable fiercely perfect love
that
i already know you don't like your belly button touched
i know the spot on your very lower back
that always hurts
that i dig into with my small fingers
just the right way
i know you hate instant coffee
and you love it strong strong strong
usually black but sometimes with cream sometimes with sugar
if it's the god-awful stuff
and with a morning cigarette if you can sneak one in
and i know so much more about you
than you ever want to start over teaching someone else
kind of love
there isn't wild gross passion
pda get a room kind of middle school stuff
just that touch that smile
that bury my nose in your shoulder
those arms wrapped around me
in the please don't make me get back in this truck
and drive another seventy miles without you embrace
he breaks away
with the tousle of my hair
another touch a last touch
and then my whole world
gets in the truck
and we are back to love on the two-way
and the thought of a cozy hotel room
one hundred and seventy three miles ahead
