Author: kayleemaclean

sun drenched “driver’s arm”
barefoot to the peddle
full tank of petroleum
gearstick my fifth limb

my soul doesn’t want me to forget
that roaming is my home
I’m aligned when my feet aren’t rooted
permanently to the ground

clean shaven legs
lips stained red
more effort on me
than minutes with you

heels left alone
heavy stale air
full moon silence
resisting fear

are my ears ringing
or is my head filled with noise
tear ducts at capacity
impossible to overflow