that night we smashed the
stolen keyboard
...and anticlimactically at that
I wanted to turn back, try it again
but you see, that's what they call a metaphor and
we chased good feelings like we chased that German Shepherd
all the way down racetrack road.
Two boys and me in the back of a
pick-up truck, the driving boy drunk on sobriety and me
sober as a redneck bride.
I flattened my body on the cab of the truck, occasionally
popping down to scare him and his baseball cap
flew out into the open air, never to be found and
only later did we stop to realize
how lucky we were that we didn't share the same fate
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