of the string

as my eyes roam, over the front seat, across the nape of your neck, your hair pulled up. messy. I’m listening. the New York lockdown felt like an invasion. what is good in pronunciation? that thick accent and my eyes drop to the front seat, where her legs reach under the dash. slow goes my eagerness.

even as the roads gives way, the mind eases into a rhythm. “ the whole thing felt like something the government did to us”. match that with…