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We sit in your forest green Explorer
both of us wrapped in a silent chill-
shoulders hunched against the car seats
as we contemplate our inequality-
what is owed, what is due
sliding through the night past 
neon signs of red-robed figures
crowned with gold and hanging 
upside down. The night is precarious
and buildings seem to careen as
drunken stumblers step into and out of
the road. Leering into your headlights
so that I grab the crook of your arm
frightened for a moment and glad
that I'm not the one driving.

Created: Feb 13, 2012


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