I see two cars
in my rearview,
and it looks like
they're going to die,
driving
into eachothers headlights.
But at 110
you survive,
by inches
not miles,
and life
still means shit
to you.
Becuase you dont know
how lucky you are
to be living it.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Pondering and thought provoking poetry
well done.
Peg
Reindeer