Back seat

Long car,
back seat,
watching her in the mirror,
her eyes, her lips,
lights a cigarette,
while the radio prays for Jesus.
She slides over to the passenger side,
watches the ocean,
the white waves pass by,
‘Must be winter’, she says.
‘Most of the time it is’, I reply.

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