sex and moths in the backseat
passenger’s side stained with bad coffee
lightless miles
blowing smoke into my glittery lips and i cried
as the cigarette passed secrets between our mouths
i listened to you for so long i had stopped noticing the river
we never eat when we’re together
and you never talk about your family
citrus breath, tangerine pocket
it rained for so long the water on the windshield began to look like oils
it rains when he wants to hold me
