SATURDAY NIGHT The license plate of the car in front of us has so many 5's on it that I breathe them in and swallow them, and soon my lungs are filled with 5's and air and you. We're fighting again. It's 10:32 again. Your car is just the right temperature and we're driving again. Your words pick up speed as they hit me on the cheek but my thoughts are tumbling so fast that all I can do is stare straight ahead and feel those 5's stir in my chest. Feel them twist. My life is like this road - full of stoplights and traffic and narrow streets, But yours is all highways and green lights and country roads. What I wouldn't give to feel like you to be like you for you. The air is black and my mind is full of shadows. Everythingi s fast and getting faster and faster and faster. "What are we going? 70?" You stare at the road and then at the sky. "How do you know it's not the world that's moving at 70 mph? Maybe we're just standing still."
Ceadra Scott-Flaherty
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