Your eyes near while in a short time while I place you inside the plastic
Moon of a automobile seat. Connect the seatbelts, check
The seat-to-car belts. Face turned to one side, brown
Like mine. Fists while an alternative of hands fair exist fond of me. Is this
All you got from me? At least the seat is installed right
Thanks to a fireman at Station 37. At least you smile
When you nap & nap exist fond of it’s your position of employment since I still
Don’t know what I’m supposed to do when you wake
Up. In your fantasy of passing cars & Oregon hills
Underneath us, I chant a made-up air while Federico
Aubele & the car’s intemperate hum really lullaby:
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