[New post] When I Owe You Things

perfectsublimemasters posted: "We spend the morning swallowing far away. When you drive me to my mother's your hands are like slow magic, shifting us from mile to mile. When I owe you things. But I don't really say it. In the passenger seat I feel your heartbeat from the inside. We fin" Respond to this post by replying above this line New post on Eunoia Review When I Owe You Things by perfectsublimemasters We spend the morning swallowing far away. When you drive me to my mother's your hands are like slow magic, shifting us from mile to mile. When I owe you things. But I don't really say it. In the passenger seat I feel your heartbeat from the inside. We find the perfect house. We bend […] Read more of this post perfectsublimemasters | July 3, 2021 at 12:00 pm | Tags: Amanda McIlveen | Categories: Poetry | URL: https://wp.me/p14SZX-71r Comment    See all comments    Like Unsubscribe to no longer receive posts from Eunoia Review. Change your email settings at Manage Subscriptions. Trouble clicking? Copy and paste this URL into your browser: https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2021/07/03/when-i-owe-you-things/ Thanks for flying with WordPress.com