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The asphalt is still heaving.

I’m parked in the driveway,

watching the garage door

and its chipped white paint.

It’s cooler out here

than inside that house.

I grabbed the wheel

without thinking.

A branding iron

made of black plastic.

I didn't pull away.

I let the ridges sink in

until my palms showed the white,

circular brand of the grip.