Thirty-six: Backseat Smiling

Backseat driving backwards,
Smiling, royally peaceful at
the bright lights of monsters
swimming my way. I guess
it’s my way. Even though I’m
not really driving, and my
seatbelt cuts across my collarbone
as I stare, teeth flashing neatly,
at the road behind me.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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