Cars parked along the curb,
Reflected the stoplight, shifting its colors
In dirty windshields. A young couple exited
Their vehicle and everything turned red.
A pregnant mutt scratched the passenger door,
Inside the couple’s backseat,
Recognizing her exit, sprinted, as the door opened
To find her place
In gridlocked traffic.
WIDE PUPILS, she took headlights
And turned her own light down.
Nothingness is experienced
Strictly through description.
Belong to wombs
And confuse the deadlines
As for spaces
Has a place
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