Transportation

I like your word for certain among us: “aliens.”

That's what we are, you said,

gliding in a red car over the snow,

taking me home.

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And your favorite explanation for death: one day we just cool off.

Cool Off, you kill me.

I wonder you circle me the way that you circle me.

Your soft black brush brushing snow from the car,

till each white window,

like a light, goes out.