After We Ran Away

After we ran away: 
mold in our motel room,
zits and a zirconium overture. 

Two hoodies on one journey;
our families searching 
for us like bedbugs.
 
You talked of train rides,
a hitchhiker bride in a
dueling guitar romance. 
 
I tumbled after you, 
my rough ravine,
where foreign vines gained.
 
My first time in cuffs:
ego a mildewed log
crumbling under weight. 

Our kudzu attraction
meeting the fiercest flame;
I destroyed a forest in your name.

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