Just 2 people
a blue rectangle
a cover band
singing neon moon
we’re in a fish tank
the continental abdomen
bloated and toned
pillowy breads and
fears bunched rearview
dialectical dogshit
on the first day
for every spray
a spread
sage brush trash
of rhythmic urgency
amber Aquafina bottles
purple playtex
allowing self to steep
double brew
rosy hue
a carcass
a sunset
the ice and sand
polarized shades
cold hands
refineries like gods
draped in fire garlands
against the inky night
Once accidentally pulled on a vape too hard as a passenger driving from Oregon to California and was mystified by the refineries, dotted with lights as day turned to night.
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