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Caressed by a bucket seat
in a cascade blue
’63 Mercury Monterey convertible,
I crave the comfort
of my companion’s hand
while sharing the salty tenderness
of those In-N-Out fries
with “Proverbs 24:16” printed on
the pack
and belly laughs
from a bad pun
before kissing his neckbeard
and noticing his
turmeric-speckled smile in
rush-hour sunlight
right when the Beach Boys beg
“Don’t worry, baby”
without having to worry
about thugs with guns
in glove compartments
firing at us on the freeway with
“Fuck you, faggots!”
or something far worse
and being bankrupted for
too many lifetimes from the
luxury of recovery.

~

North American language nerd Adrian Slonaker is fond of rock ‘n’ roll music, thunderstorms, owls, and expressive eyes. Adrian’s work has been published in WINK: Writers in the Know, Ez.P.Zine, Page & Spine and others.

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