Slipstream Together

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Contributor: Elsa Fahey

We ride in your car

You tell me about the stars
about planets made
of burning ice
and I am burning
despite the night's ice.

You tell me about the trees
point out the ones that fruit
point out the leaves
and I am a flower
ready to blossom
at your touch.

You tell me about us
about all of the places you want to see
with me
and I smile
because I don't care if we fly
or stay in bed all day

let time turn on, boy
let time slip away

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Elsa Fahey lives in Los Angeles, sometimes. She likes dancing, travel and danger.


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