And then you get this text
about trying too hard,
and you think,
this was yesterday,
the indescribable conundrum of we
as in we had decided this.
So you look out the window -
which is streaked with rain -
to see who's running the show
and you're stopped
for speeding,
the overdue books in the back seat
staring at the melodrama
of two fingers.
And now you're asking me what?
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