he asked her to be his motel summer,
his blue pool tile and chemical scent
she asked him to be her roadside stand,
her asphalt patcher and heat mirage
together they knotted used condoms in the moonlight,
alone they smoked out into the corn
they split the cost at each break of a kiss,
margarita dreams in a gas station reality
sunscreen loners pounding out novels
on air-conditioned sheets
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