Going for a Drive — A Poem

A poem about getting away for a little while

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Sometimes, I wish I could drive until
my radio is nothing but static noise
and I taste the horizon on my tongue.

I wouldn’t call it a vacation
because vacations never last longer
than the whole milk in my fridge.

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When I’m not writing, you can usually find me hanging out with my cats. pricelindy@gmail.com

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