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[cleggism]

2000s George Osborne on Shutterstock. I apologise for the horrendous watermark but I’m not paying £2000 to remove it

[engineer-on-ylw]

You, Me, Gas Station

a poem i wrote a while ago. (2025.04.02)

You pull up the wedding dress, like a princess might in an old film, 

reaching into the gas station fridge to pull out an energy drink

while I try to work the gas station coffee machine.

I never understood why you kept it.

It isn't you, after all, and I would think that

your mother would want you to be happy,

be yourself, not the "woman" she moulded you to be.

(Also, it takes too much room in your suitcase,

and we were just walking to the registry office.)

Perhaps it's a final one-up on her. Perhaps it isn't. 

I'm not one to judge.

You point out that today 

my hair is like Neptune or the Milky Way,

and I tell you that I just messed around

with the bleach and blue dye and hoped for the best

which is kind of what you did, too, metaphorically.

You're still wearing your lenses, dark things,

shutters over those stained-glass windows

like that day one year ago.

I give you your flannel shirt back, drape it over your shoulders.

I forgot that I ever borrowed it.

Tonight we take the car down to the field,

the one where I caught a meteor shower on film once.

I point out Cassiopeia, Draco, Ursa Minor;

Polaris, at the end of it.

You listen, as you always do, to the stories

and I'm glad that

I've left the camera in the driver's seat,

for this moment is of the constellations and it's ours. 

You still have the dress in your workshop.

There's a grass-stain on it, and it's very old now

and I'm not quite sure if you'll use it for anything.

But I suppose you take solace in nostalgia,

in Milky-Way hair and gas station coffee.

I've been meaning to ask you if we can try again,

put some suits on and get married 

for love this time;

but that is for when the storm tides over,

when you're ready.

And I don't mind waiting for you.

[no-chill-at-all]

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[heavenlyjockk]

[ylw-soldier]

whats with you and the car? why do you like it so much?

Well... How do I put this?

*He puts a hand to his chin in thought before he answers.*

Stella and I go way back. I remember buying her pretty cheap from someone a long while ago, so I kind of had to do a lot of maintenance on her myself. (Mitchell helped with a lot of it, actually. She's his as much as she's mine.)

*He stares at a point somewhere in the distance, probably thinking something through before he says it.*

I think when I got her it was a sort of treat, since I wasn't actually sure whether I trusted myself behind the wheel again until then.

*He sighs.* It takes surprisingly long to recover emotionally from a crash. I wouldn't recommend it. But, if you surround yourself with the right people...

It gets easier. You just have to wait and work it out, and you'll be driving down highways at the speed limit in no time!

[theorangenetwork]

ton® x Paramount

[softacidpillow]

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