Driving home last night

The car is a little basey
but we are playing The National and they lap it up
it is a long road and the headlights
pick out the cats eyes like a night landing.

It is cold and I direct the warm air downwards
the stereo is a little basey
but Fake Empire swirls around our ankles happy enough

There is a dark sky but the clouds are lit from elsewhere
as if from a party in a distant room
where the door is ajar
and you lie in your cloudy bed still and listening
the sound is a little basey

Ada vibrates through our seats

All alone, all together,
all together in the dark

The car at night is like headphones
holding the music close
dark with maybe a little too much base

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About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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