We drove past the last gas station and she still said, Gun it! We’ve been waiting for so long to push ourselves into space. Better days, she said. Better days from here on out. You’ve got your corn husk hat, I’ve got my camera. Skin is the new film and no one’s replied to our goodbye letters. We drive cause it’s what we’ve always wanted. Drive so fast towards better days. Even the moon can’t douse the lights inside our eyes. Go forward. Don’t stop. Roll the window down. Go!