You practice defensive driving
Minimum safe distance
You hold him at arm’s length
Watching those moments
Where you might race
Fly past you in the wind
Let the danger dissipate
As though you don’t see it

You hold back on the highway
Lean into the curves of the road
You push down the girl
Who lives for feeling
Like she’s about to die
Adrenaline gets too addictive
The simple exhilaration
Of touching his hand
Too hazardous

At minimum safe distance
You watch
Where you can safely swerve
Out of his lane
Just in case
He’s looking at you now
Like you’re the only thing
Worth driving for–
He has a tendency
To slam on his brakes
Without warning



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