Enjoy the Coupe

by Steven J. Serafiani

I slip behind cannabis

curtain,
I was you, I was
friend fading into upholstery like
a
scaled under
lilly pads.
Eat a carrot, each crunch
jostled amicable between
molars. A foreign

lover first
time bedded. And
I felt my heart beat, speed
up to orange cone split
concrete hammer
jack. just relax and
enjoy the coupe. And

I felt my mythical heart; beating
a thousand times for
the thousand faces I’ve
given bird sip time to. And
beat for the
few,

those
golden few where our slipstream
back and forth was a
march for terrestrial
manna.

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