Crater In your car primer gray a hulking nova rust all through the wheel wells like cancer you cry & drive & cry & we find the crazy grade to Crater Lake the pines fly by Talking our way through forests barren high-desert places all that comes of what came before there are no birds no deer nothing but the wind wrapping around us dragging your words through the slit in the window to tumble across a moonscape all I hear I would give three fingers to get out of this car a hand to have never gotten in Fl x BL DE Lit