well shit.

[simplepink]

sometimes in the night things go crazy
and
mailboxes turn
into people, hunched over their nighttime deeds
as we sit in your driveway
not crying, this time
i look in my rearview mirror
and i see an arvark dancing, in the bushes
at the end of your driveway
i turn to your blue face
illuminated by the hours
and minutes
and all i can think is
"...awkward car hug."