The air in the car is stale and too warm.
the spiderwebs break and cling to my skin
as I sit in the passenger's seat.
Should we go back? you ask,
pumping your arm to roll down the window.
But I shake my head,
hot,
stiff,
and inspired to spend Sunday afternoon
driving through a neighborhood
with illogical layouts
and no destination in mind.
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