Saturday, May 29, 2021

My Grand Am
the embodiment of freedom.
We piled in with nowhere to travel but backroads.
Ear-splitting music
pulsed through my palms on the steering wheel.
We stuck our tongues out
and licked the full moon of all its glory.
Do they still dream of that era?
The world was untouched
and we wanted to swallow it whole.

This piece was published by Unstamatic. 

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