twin human highway flares
the cars nestle in the parking lots like
baby birds in a nest. even the awful
love songs touch me now, the ones overstuffed
with cheese and cliche. i am learning to
love the wires that connect the transmission
towers, the sidewalks with little tufts of
grass poking their heads out of the cracks, the
freeways that a million cars ride out each
day to detroit, port huron, the void. at
every new dawn, the dew shimmers a touch
brighter. all you hate to see in that glass
is part of what led to us joining together.
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