poetry by j matthew waters

test driving on a friday night

I was poring over the google map
finger tracing past the sanctuary
and the prison
heading straight to bridge out road

we were seeing red
that’s for sure
going faster & longer than ever before
me gripping the wheel like a maniac
and you relaxed
in the passenger seat
drawing on a one-twenty cigarette
the hand-cranked window rolled down

march two thousand twenty-one
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2 thoughts on “test driving on a friday night

  1. picturing the passenger made me smile. what’s a 120 cigarette?

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