the coast hums in sepia car radio tasting like cherry we press our names into wet air so the night will not forget us. all the motels bloom pink and the moon wears a velvet bow...

today my hair forgets to stay so i let the wind dress me. a ribbon learns my name and ties the hours together...

oranges glowing like moons, neon humming, the aisle cold and holy. we split a peach in the parking lot and call it art...