Perfectly Manicured nails

Swipe a path on the dash

 

In her shitty green 

Weather-worn 

stick shift 

She taught herself

to drive

 

Collecting dust that she discards

Neatly and primly

With a golden smile

‘cause she cares for all things

That are hers

 

We were each other’s–

Always

And in three years time

Our childhood’s were renewed

In familiar spaces and 

aged faces

 

I was sad to let you go

She who completes me like

A broken note made steady

I sit a meditate on the feeling

 

Our laughter echoing 

all the way down the I-95

 

In her shitty green 

Weather-worn 

stick shift 

She taught herself

to drive