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Tinted Windows

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Updated: Jul 17, 2024

Loving you is driving without

directions: my hands shake

from the fear of wanting you

and knowing all roads end. If

my heart had a wheel, I would

grip it like your body in my

hands. We are headlights after

dark, hearts beating with a

blinker metronome. We are

no dead ends, never reflecting

in the rearview, no stop signs.

We are charting a course to

our private parking lot so we

can hold each other between

the seats and navigate to every

destination. But even through

our tinted windows, I am unable

to forget this: every love story

leaves roadkill on the shoulder.



Translated into French by Daniel González:




Poem and translation originally published in volume VIII of the Translate Iowa Project's Boundless magazine (p. 36-37, 2024) at the University of Iowa.

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