The Road to Asheville, NC

after “Ride” by Lana Del Rey

By: Dylan Magruder

Who laid in the passenger
seat, saw cracked skin in
mirrors, a map of earth,
followed every line with a
finger down her stomach,
across her ribs, sitting by the
river in the light turned dust
to sparks, alive then- something
out of a movie, out of a fantasy.
Who stared like squirrels, rabbited
around and sang ducks songs to
make friends with the passing cars.

That girl sang about birds on the
summer breeze and quoted
songs like she forgot how to
form sentences.