a few mornings ago, in the drowsy state
that we get in when we feel moody or when our bodies are suffering, there I sat in the darkness, eyes closed, listened as the engine quieted, to tires licking the wet asphault as the sticky sound slowed to silence, the same sound that we could hear when you lay across the backseat, and I cuddled in the floorboards, head on the driveshaft hump listening to the pauses in the hissing and the clink clonk of the turn signals till the car finally pulled into our driveway
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