Driving Gloves.

and when she lost that

at least she still could find words that rhyme sense to make of blanks to fill and long-stemmed roses wrapped up in blankets like lyrics and lines without rhyme all flowing freefalling and dancing and shaking the paint off the walls all worked out and perfect-like fitting around her a prom-dress a princess a soft-leather glove and still buzzing inside and humming along with the song still playing on loop in her head.