June 2010
1 post
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We never talked
on the way home. Tyler drove
his mom’s stick shift,
the rearview mirror slicing open
how serious he made his eyes
and I watched the road with him.
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He had just gotten his license,
and the car was a part of him
that had grown too quickly, still
too new to fit his body
but he was too silent to seem nervous.
Once he shifted hard enough
to almost touch my knee and I thought
it was...
