Burning Rubber

Another pair of headlights come and gone
Another body speeding off into the black heart-attack night
Her face backlit by the setting sun
This car is too quiet
There’s too much air to breathe in-out
Thoughts are like screeeeeeeeching tires
Turn the wheel,
Lose the silence:
Here are the sirens
She had a red dress on and smelled like summer
Windshield wipers in-out and she’s gone


They’re always here this time of night
There’s the familiar blue light in-out
Poor guy, must not drive this stretch of highway much
Turn signal
She’s the one spinning, but I feel dizzy
In-out, in-out
She spoke a string of heat smoke words in-out
I woke up in a sweat.


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