By Emma Geller
your hand
on my thigh,
when we’re driving,
doesn’t feel like it used to
& we don’t talk
at the gas station
when we stop
for water & cigarettes
we keep driving down
highways, curving
through states
we don’t stop
to take pictures
we keep moving
though there is nowhere to go.
Emma Geller is a poet, singer, and actress from Boston, MA. Her poetry has been featured in various publications, including Quillkeeper’s Press, Honeyfire Literary Magazine and Calliope’s Eyelash. You can find out more about Emma on Instagram at em_me_line.