PIKES PEAK
05/07
"Get out!"
I yell
"Push!
The car is rolling back
Towards San Francisco
Push to the top
We'll coast down
Towards Chicago"
She got out
Pushed
Until
We got to the top
Neither of us
Mentioning
Her freshly
Blood-stained jeans
In fact
We didn't talk
For the rest of
The trip
