going to the farm

You tell me that my favorite color is red

I circle my mind like a dog sitting

down in the passenger seat of your car.

The dashboard crushes my knees,

I ask you how to adjust my seat

I’ve never had to do it before.

Our love is headed to the farm

under the speed limit for once in its life.

Something I’ve yet to experience in this car

yet time goes quicker than it ever has before.

We treated it well, you say to me

as you lift me out of the car

we stand ready at the gate of the barn

it’s red paint peels, revealing a blue underneath

you lie our love down, just as you’ve done through your teeth

-hope joy