She, of the mercurial swings and brilliant
flashes of anger and loud
sneezes, she, who made me scared of long
car rides down mountains at night when
tempers are running rampant, she,
who makes me want to run until my lungs
burst and scream until my ears
bleed and hide until my oxygen
ends, she is now driving in her
manner, so like dancing, so
unpredictable, so elegant and
utterly terrifying.