haven't in awhile, she says,
pulling off the corners of
her teeth. a dull doll with a

freckle stuck to her cheek,
thought you could tell when
we took a detour and i went
and left. the monster
under my bed

only comes out in the dark,
hums a sweet sound
like

the stars before they
hit the ground and burst
into rust, stardust

on your lashes
gaze at me
sleep-
like.

too many thoughts of runaway nights and abandoned highways