on I-10, I’m a silver Honda
conservative fuel efficient four cylinder
headers’ asphalt fantasies
obscured by exhaust
windshield cracked
paint fading to grey
factory radio screams lithium rock
speakers can’t keep pace
broken road taunting
with broken limits
concrete barrier keeps me east bound
constructing civility before rage
weaving through traffic unnoticed
hurrying nowhere
sunsets seen only
in the rearview mirror
