cinnamon
"bend your head backwards until the sky turns to water"
she said as she drove the '78 trans am on an unlined road
red horizon chrome sunbeams black earth impossible blue
everywhere
i can still smell the inside of that car
and the side of her neck from the passenger side
serious road stare and hair whipping round
coffee in the holder
incense in the glovebox
engine ready to burn all fluids
--aug '16
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