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Midnight at the four way and an asphalt stage turns the footlights red

Engine idle
drifts
like dial tone
under old light
to background vocals called by us

Negatives of you develop
in back pockets

while windows
let the breeze autograph our hair

First gear
pauses
in the synchronized mesh

as the moon
occurs
and the hospital focuses

Typecast in a movie
that reels
into a carbon paper sky

the thirty five millimeter of you

cries from our eyes into doctor’s hands