strapped into your cousin's 1966 Shelby Cobra
we rumbled charged and fishtailed up winding roads lined with sagebrush
to a haunted old town built into the side of the mountain
they had stepped off the sidewalks and walked the streets
a believer, you thrust the stick forward
redlined and smoked them all. terrified turning round i saw them
wave like lurching. untouched
beneath tall and solitary 19th century brick homes
and i knew #katyamills
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