And we’re driving again. We live out of these
suitcases and I’m feeling like that glamour
shines through the car fatigue that we wear
tight on our skin. I’m still convinced I’m
dreaming. We’ve been through a dozen states
and not one of them has been regret. Wasn’t
I destined to a textbook shaped coffin today?
There was a test, right? But now, now
these days are cup runneth over
Coffee and Irony 