Our love is hitchhiking across the California desert & no one is slowing down. Is a lie still a lie if you say it pretty? You’re saying you don’t know what you want & I’m picking pieces of glass from your throat. Something is burning but I can’t tell what it is. I’ve had a nightmare every night since I was a kid & it always ends the same. I can’t breathe & I can’t move & I am stuck in this place without air in my lungs. -Fortesa Latifi, 1-10
