is the title
of an album lost somewhere
along Interstate 40
when we were running
away from the rest of our
lives. you pulled it from
the trunk of that old Rabbit
which we knew would never
make it any further than
Nashville, but surprised
us instead, rolling into
Albuquerque. i can’t really
say if we escaped in the
end, but being here with
you, with those confident
kicking in, traps
me all over again


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