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Poetry by Natasha King


Road Tripping


What was the summer if it

wasn't for us? I wreathed you in

gladiolus and heavy expectations

and we were off, motor oil

marking our tracks,

gyrating asphalt the only thing

between us and the owl-eyed pacific.


We bruised our fingers, reaching for

the stereo dial at the same time.

You tuned the music until it

played our ribs like wind chimes;

the sky poured light but kept its

counsel. How we laughed and sang and

coaxed out those caresses and

cross-country miles, an engine

on its last legs.




Natasha King is a Vietnamese American writer and nature enthusiast. Her poetry has appeared in Okay Donkey, Ninth Letter, and others, and was also featured in the 2020 Best of the Net Anthology. In her spare time, she enjoys writing, prowling, and thinking about the ocean. She can be found on Twitter at @pelagic_natasha.

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