Curled up small and tight
A roly-poly in the floorboard of the family car
The transmisson hump makes a dirty hot pillow
Each bump in the road
Bounces your head
Each gear
Grinds in your ear
Lifting
Your face remembers the carpet
With crop circles
And tiny trash
Like ice cream sprinkles
Adults are talking
Blah, blah, blah
And
This and that
And hand me another one of those cold things
McDonald's french fries
Hot
Cold
And in-between
Greasy candles
Dropping salt
Delicious, tiny, happy bites
Will make them last
Forever
Drifing in and out
Of dark
And light
Along the highway home
Safe
And
Invisible
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