“This is the time… for people saying true things” stayed with me. I like how truth begins here in the small, enclosed space of a car, between two people willing to speak honestly while the world keeps rushing past. Sometimes reclaiming our words is the first way we refuse to let the lie keep living.
Car talk is a thing, and your poem communicates it so well.
“This is the time… for people saying true things” stayed with me. I like how truth begins here in the small, enclosed space of a car, between two people willing to speak honestly while the world keeps rushing past. Sometimes reclaiming our words is the first way we refuse to let the lie keep living.