you’ve got your boots
on my dash again
even tho I’ve told you
a hundred fuckin times
window down
your arm gone brown
from the sun
hand ridin the wind
while you tell
the same story
wrong again
I correct you
you call me
a lyin motherfucker
and there we are
laughin and arguin
til you lose your place
and insist that
you have to start
the whole damn thing over
somewhere outside town
the road opens up
with nothin ahead
but asphalt
shimmerin in the heat
and a sky
so fuckin blue
it seems to have
forgotten to stop
at the horizon
you keep talkin
one eye narrowed
against the wind
sun movin
across your face
your mouth already
curlin round
whatever bullshit
is gonna come out next
and somewhere
between your voice
and all that blue
every stupid detail sharpens
past where it oughta be
and I’m not sure
if I’m lost in the sky
or the realization
of how much
I’m gonna miss this
tomorrow
then your hand
slaps my chest
apparently
I’ve missed
half the story
fuckin listen
you say
the sky
still stretched
wide open
behind you
and for some reason
I want it
even bluer
so I tell you
you’re full of shit
you tell me
to go fuck myself
and laugh
that same stupid laugh
I’ve heard
thru more versions
of myself
than I can count
you start
the story over
and this time
I let you
get it wrong
