my heart's gritty after all these miles
even with the windows up
dust gets in
better to roll them down
lean out
eat it all up
just ask
i'll lick the dust off your bumper
leave little tongue prints
up the trunk
the back window
over the roof
down the windshield
face-first over the front bumper
you can run over me
for all i care
run over me in your warm dusty car