venice

by lexi

my heart, untied hair, and open car windows:

tastes like the edge of something great

like suns on my skin and scraping burning rubber

to untouched asphalt roads.

beating to the tune of blaring stereos

lotto tickets and stick and poke tattoos

his touch, gone

my footsteps, in sync.

restless endeavors from the pages of my journal

birthed to life in my palms.

my heart, untied hair, and no restraints