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the flash
RueUrsula

I am here barely, oh,
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Morrissey moaning from my car stereo,
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leather gloves perspire
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under the streetlight’s wan yellow glow.
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Waiting for midnight to cleave the day in two,
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for the waxing moon to crown the avenue,
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for the window to become a door
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for you to wriggle through.
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Midnight slips into my car without a word
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behind you, slurs
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her memoir across my backseat,
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echoes us, but purrs.
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You meet her gaze, water-clear,
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as she passes out in the rear view mirror.
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For this kindness, she will send you
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the last shooting stars of the year.
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22 Jan 17


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