i never feel more free then when
i’m driving with the windows down,
my hair cloistered among my face,
i will walk with a look of infidelity.
cheeks pinched pink plush, eyes are does waiting
to be shot.
i never feel more free then when i’m
driving.
because i can stay among the road, scream until
my lungs turn to ash,
or i can swerve
and taste the Earth
itself.