I like it when
The wind pulls at my hair
With her cold, rough hands
Through your open car window
While we fly down back roads
It’s dark
And your right headlight
Hasn’t even flickered
Since October
The windows go up,
She’s sending chills
Down your spine
One dim bulb
Should light the way
It doesn’t.
Bailey is sixteen years old and is currently a junior at Lincoln Park Performing Arts Charter School studying in the Writing and Publishing department.