Poem 12 — 12 Hour Solitude

Spare me the glory,
Because I am in a panic
Over the Moon following me
down the interstate,
Accelerating the Jeep I invested
In to travel the lake,
It’s calling my name,
Screaming for met rest my breastbone on bae.
I long to enjoy the canopy we built
Under the stars.

May we rest and embrace the solitude ahead.

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