My dad let me drive his expensive German car
Except by myself even though I wasn’t old enough
i came to a complete stop at every stop sign
And checked my mirrors and my blind spots
And at every spot light
I made sure my foot was on the brake
In case
my mind decided to change my mind

the ravens picked up on my intrusive thoughts
Stepped on the brake for me
Turned on my indicator
Moved the windshield wipers so the breadcrumbs would fall to the side
And then they would eat them up
And the car wheels would smash their bodies into smithereens

What if I swerved right instead of left
The windows were cracked so that
The pressure wouldn’t trap me as the car sunk into the abyss
That was the pool of lethe
Maybe I would forget the route
And take another one home
Park in the garage
And then hand my dad the keys
Until the next time, he said