of driving in the
9 passenger
vehicle,
the walls morph into
a moving bunker
as darkness falls,
a hearty intimate camaraderie
falls on us
sloppy slap happy humor
comes out to play,
and tongues
really start loosening
you really get to know a person
amidst smelly shoes,
stale air,
and
siri's misread
directions.
2 comments:
Stale air, smelly shoes... Your the best writer. You just brought me there.
ha! i hope so!!
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