what do you expect from me?
after these takes
after this
what do you dream in the afternoon?
i'll never know
what's in your head
out past the cars on the railways
out past the city's finery
we see our breath and connection
underneath these gravel lines
you, you stole a page from the blanks
how do you weigh all of our fears?
typical, isn't it typical
for someone like me to invite you in
we took a drive in the country
your photographs were never mine
slapped in the face by the questions
posed by gravel lines
- amy seeley
- Desiree Mijares
- portland metro, or, United States
- i wish an orchestra & someone with a boombox would follow me around so that my life would continuously be accompanied by a soundtrack.
