Slowly coming to the end of a year of this. Winding down, down, down...
I write the pieces one week in advance to submit to David, and a lot can change in that time. It's strange reading back a piece I wrote only seven days ago and struggling to relate to it.
The streetlights are bouncing,
wild overhead.
There sits a car breathing hard at the cold,
In that half-hearted way that a night can unfold.
With a look
stretched tightly
across of its face.
Hardened by searching,
Giving
in
then
erased.
I can’t remember the last time I sat still.
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