Iβm driving
Iβm in control
But I donβt remember,
when my foot kissed the accelerator
or how Iβm following the GPS navigator
staring at the stretched and broken white rectangles
FOCUS.
Trance snapped
nine and threeβeyes ahead
What happened?
I never felt
like
thisβ¦
Once
I owned the road
electric blue whip,
sunglasses at night
weaving, speeding threat
rapping to Outkast
cruising to the bookstore
A life in the past
Turned into a mother
driving a sport utility vehicle
kids in the back. I keep everything legal
despite the horrors
separated by stretched and broken white rectangles
A sense of boundary
the myth of safety from
horn revenge
vocal fingers
anxious heartbeats
struggle to breathe
Cool,
a panic attack.
Weβll make it
Weβll make it
Eyes on the roadβprecious cargo
FOCUS.
Iβm good
Iβm good
Iβm good.
Note Drop