"Sunday, 9:00 pm, Elton John
serenades us down Hwy 42,
65 in a 35 through downtown.
We’re some kind of free,
and you’re crying, and the windows
are down, and you’re beautiful.
I remember eighteen years, front row
at the Baptist church, father
at the pulpit, tears in his eyes for the souls
of boys who think other boys
are beautiful. We hit 75, the road
empty, your hand shaking
the middle console. I grab it,
hold tight, and this is our song.
I don’t say anything, but you know,
and I know, and I am drowning,
but I’ve never breathed deeper.
There is oxygen in this water,
you and I in this water."
Nathan Durham: Chevrolet (via nectar-traps)