The crunch of the car was fixable

The clashing of the keys is what started it

The moisture in the soil from the roots from the tree

The bump in the night was the sound of being ejected from the driver’s seat

Did I stutter or did I forget we grew up on opposite sides of the same town

Busted glass and smell of fresh cut grass and ripped jeans

My car was returned like a crumbled piece of paper

Was it still worth the same or was it that one specific model

your essence and pressure on that ballpoint pen