Category Archives: The Liminal Times
’57 Chevy
I have your name
scrawled on the hood
of my car.
Judge took my card
so I have to drive
under cover of darkness.
I cannot see at night,
so I braille myself
beneath your window.
I am a terrible driver,
though in the day,
fit a bigger box in a smaller icould.
You will know us:
Black ‘57 Chevy,
dimpled in red.
The story of here.
And with These Tears of Respect
