My car smells like hummus,
old cigarettes and vanilla cupcake
freshener which creates this sickening
stench that makes me
gag.
And you can’t even experience it
because the trash is piled
above and behind
the seat
where we once rolled
ashes clinging to
sweaty skin and
in your
hair.
where we laughed
and explored each
other with electric
fingertips- a
sheep to care for
but you cease to
bleat too
and the vanilla
lingers like
trash on hot
monday nights.