Take Our Cars Now!
Chris Conley
Don't you remember the last time we were speeding down this
highway?
Anna slept in the back seat, dreaming in the autumn heat.
We turned up the country radio.
I said, "if you want me just say so."
I slicked back my hair in the wind.
I told you I didn't want my picture taken but you snapped it
anyway.
Now I guess you won't have trouble remembering me someday.
So I floored it and swerved around the lanes.
I kept wishing it were you instead of me behind the wheel so
maybe with my camera I could steal a shot of you and go home to
put it in my room.
Maybe you'll never remember me.