Drive-In

Drive-In

The still here of here was enough—a hidden spot
in the semi-dark of dusk at a drive-in theater.
We knew the feeling of being watched from behind
the screen, so we watched back, whispering a secret
we swore to tell. We were the stars, both watching
and acting, making it up—no different than the way
we lived with the knowledge that our bones were bugged
by the god who flickered in the gears of the …

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