desoto purrs
soft as a shy cat stretching
risotto warm
steams tiny windows of night
radio glow
wraps the dash in honey light
engine heartbeats
a lullaby learned by rote
road unbuttons
wide as a yawn after naps
secrets scatter
like dandelion wishes
i breathe them in
they taste of maybe and soon
horizon folds
the distance into pockets
fridge note flutters
back home without my fingers
ink still damp says
“choose the version that’s kind”
i blink at truth
it wiggles like a loose tooth
under big sky
lies feel almost like clouds
memory tumor
myoma ghost in my chest
ratios jangle
numbers that never hugged right
i let them drop
out the window like receipts
lonely song hums
fresh and off-key and mine
gas station tar
shines like licorice puddles
coffee smells old
yet kind in a chipped mug way
tiny toy truck
red as a cherry promise
i pocket joy
it clicks against my keys
stretching limbs out
knots untie into ribbons
steady light stays
never scolds, only waits
i nod hello
to the quiet that follows
royal pain gone
crowns melt in the glovebox dust
kingdom inside
grows moss on forgotten thrones
mind is a trail
winding soft through pine hush
riata road
loops like a cat in my lap
long way from home
yet home hums under the hood
oroya whispers
a name i once tried on
yam dreams crumble
sweet and fleeting as cookies
i keep driving
each mile a gentle inhale
the night cradles
whatever i am becoming
