there is no white line
one day i will look up and notice the power
and
the glory
eastbound i can't see but for
spots of light where did you go after i
promised to drive you home but then
left you sitting on the curb with
a rip in your shirt and a half-empty bottle of bear
in those two seconds when
i'm wondering that
it would only take two seconds for me to
jerk the wheel toward the other lane
i hope they hit the side of my car
so that i am pulled toward
the other driver
who will see the dreams on my face
shards of glass on the curb
where you left your anger
and your ripped t-shirt
tomorrow is another day
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