Tulsa Imperative

Tulsa Imperative

your momma's failed wheat field
is a good place to lie down together.
three weeks deep into the guts of summer,
we sweat like hogs, and i felt light as a feather.

i saw a disk-like object
reflected in your eye.
and the noise grew louder
as we looked up to the sky.

and the sleek silver body,
headlights along the side.
and the sleek silver body,
headlights all underneath.

i remember the warm air,
blowing in our faces.
i remember the heat
running through me.

there was no one worth telling.
there was nothing we could do.
and i was real quiet as i took the keys from the kitchen table.
i was looking right at you!

and your hand brushed against mine
yeah, and it shook me inside.
all along the night sky
i watched our futures collide.

and the car's new headlights
cut through the darkness.
as the oil dripped silently
to the pavement underneath.

i can remember the warm air
burning our faces.
i remember the heat
running through me.