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.

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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.