going to the farm

You tell me that my favorite color is yellow as I circle my mind like a dog sitting down in the passenger seat of your car.

The dashboard crushes my knees, and I ask you how to adjust, for I’ve never had to do it before.

Our love is headed to the farm under the speed limit

for once in your life

but it goes by quicker than it ever has before.

Lying it down as you did in my ear, I find myself peeling yellow off my skin in chunks like an old coat of paint, wondering if you ever saw me at all.

-hope joy