past tense

It's so dark outside
that my windows look black
I talk to paper. Gives me power.

(Fresh carpet smell in a well-aged van)

Ten eyes under a dashboard
Three are all I need.
Fingers on the headlights
Cast shadows over highway weeds

A naked silhouette
A woman in sixty degrees
Summer sundress waving
on the antenna, taking the breeze
How naughty, in a field
on a school night, off the road
That never won itself a name
but whose shores we now corrode

(dreams never sounded like this
even gravel speaks like ghosts)

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