Wednesday, February 4, 2004


One friend to run away with me.

We'll jump out the window together, holding hands and run the block. That 70s Chevelle over there is for us, ready to go. Run. I'll slide into the drivers seat and you'll jump in the back through the rolled window, head first. We'll strip down to our underwear and throw our clothes to a cat on the side of the road to keep her warm. Radio blasting, hands catching wind, I dance in my pink underwear as you take the wheel. Light catches the dirty windows and we'll laugh at our feet. Out of gas, pulled off the road just outside of Nowhere, you'll find that blanket in the trunk. Crawling under the star-woven sky, we cuddle to keep warm and laugh at everybody back There because we know what they don't.

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