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learning to drive at night
arms cramped and tense
my sweaty palms pressed up against
the black bones
known as
a steering wheel
christina’s chattering in my ear about sia
and i’m saying yeah, no, i guess
stressing about the drive and hugging every turn
and watching whether or not i’m drifting
to one side of the road or the other
while in the back of my mind
trying to decide if i’m a sia fan or not
and admitting to christina
ya, i like chandelier
but the meaning of the song really isn’t great
but now i’m distracted, and i’m stopping suddenly
because her fancy electric car is
hyper-sensitive
and it throws me off
and i’m jerking to a halt at a red stop sign
that i don’t see until i’m two feet away
and i’m still singing sia under my breath
deep down kinda wondering if christina will hear me or not
not that it really matters anyways
but my speed climbs and i’m going forty
in a twenty-five zone
dang, i gotta slow down, i’m thinking
but when i take my foot off the pedal
i slow down too fast
and the two books i’m borrowing from christina
slide to the back of the car
so she laughs and says it’s a mess back there anyways
and you don’t have to obey the speed limit
out here in the country
so i speed up again
and i start wondering if i’m half blind or something
cause i’m leaning waaaay forward but i really can’t read the next street sign
and christina is telling me the street is
norverd, or norham,
or something very similar to norway
but a little bit different
and she says turn there
so i do
and it isn’t much longer
before i’m pulling into my driveway and parking
and she tells me good job, i would say you
get an A
and i laugh, and say thanks
but she’s gotta be lying
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Christina is a friend who took me out driving last night on some country roads. The experience was exhilarating but scary, which is the best!