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