follow the ambulance,
avoid the highways,
ditch the evidence,
love behind the Wal-Mart,
where even the shadows
are cheap and easy.
lean into me, like life,
but turn on the air conditioner,
because this is hell
and it is hot.
no rearviewmirror
in this thing,
so we have to look forward
or die while eating
a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup,
leftover from Halloween 2019.
save your body
for the way back,
and we don't have time
to stop for gas.
meet me in front
of the funeral home,
and bring all your belongings,
because one of us is next,
and I am not sure
I should be driving.