'85 chevy s-10 mornings 1999
Not even dawn yet. A kiss, a hop, then I slam the pickup door. I wave and step back. Then bang—flames from the tailpipe. All gasoline and burnt dirt as I linger to watch him drive away.
Not even dawn yet. A kiss, a hop, then I slam the pickup door. I wave and step back. Then bang—flames from the tailpipe. All gasoline and burnt dirt as I linger to watch him drive away.