green light. no one’s home
outdated map. completely different neighborhood.
also i spilled hot chocolate on it this morning
all the cities and states bleeding together,
running off the page
a last escape
my brakes are cut
i think im lost
was that tree there before…?
when did i roll my windows down…?
the air smells of cigarette smoke and rosemary.
the song is too loud but
i know the words so i yell along with the lyrics
did someone just honk at me
someone call a surrealist artist
i have a few ideas for them