Tailing Pittsburgh,
witchy mess of wires
entangled bind of heart
and burning tires
Kicked it out, it shuddered
full of happiness and clutter
sun black twice in mirror
mirror
These are my hands, unwashed>>
those are hers, a merge
entangled bind of heart
a gauge
We'll wrap our downward
faces to that dial
and smile it upward
fifty-plus more miles
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