the air stings my bare skin I can see my breath I can see an escape the overcast white is too bright for my tired eyes and my wandering heart and two different cars crashed in the exact same spot two mornings in a row
and I could only help but laugh at the synchronicity of the universe or the foolishness of young toyota drivers trying to believe their own mystery
two mornings in a row I'm at loss for words or certainty but today I saw an exit, and it wasn't nosediving off the road