Shotgun from JULY by The Hum Casual

he knew the world was different,
horizontal with contentment.
squinting at the shimmer above the dash.
she sank into the backseat,
horizontal with her tucked feet,
squinting at the geometry of sunlight on knees.

and the bags are riding shotgun.

he struggled with his seatbelt.
pulled slowly down, and he felt
like his palms were melting.
and she laughed. and he yelped.
and she laughed. and he laughed.
she fumbled through novellas,
cried twice before the exit,
and couldn't separate the tears from the sweat.
and he laughed. and she wept.
and he laughed. and she laughed.

and the bags are riding shotgun.

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