By Amy Palkovich

Just now, I wish for aspirin and my morning latté
I wish between the sheets smooth cool
Wish I was hightailing a hundred on the highway hurry for you
Wish my body wasn’t grinding gears and engine growls
Wish my head wasn’t screeching brakes and blown gaskets
I wish for more throttled-body blurred-line longings
I wish for more green lights at the end
I wish to be stumbling drunk off your Jack n’ Coke kisses again