we're at home in your bed
or racing the yellow lights down main
the highway calls and we answer with miles
daring the wind to catch up to us.
i want to be wearing a sky.colored dress tonight.
i want to go away & feel at home.
i'm at home in your bed,
in your front seat:
my lips shaped into a smile,
we drive & drive
and i can't reach the brakes
(i don't think we'll need 'em tonight.)
*no place like home*
.fairy tales.
next road note.
