Driving Blind
My teeth clench my tongue,
mouth dry but my palms slick, as
they grip the wheel of this speeding car.
The hood swallows the dimly lit road,
and the dotted lines are smeared by this horrific,
terrific, liberating velocity.
I don’t care
as much as I should,
but I probably shouldn’t lock my arms,
or lock my foot on the pedal,
or let my eyes water from
The Fear of Slowing Down.
Yet, I know if I’m smart,
I’ll do something,
or I’ll eventually
crash
and perish
from the impact.
