the road stretches out
before me
like a sleepy grey cat
everything is stranger in moonlight:
the air is the blue
of late night neon signs
OPEN!
OPEN!
there aren't colors for
closed signs,
just the grey of darkened
store windows
I play games when I drive
I could keep the wheel straight
when the guardrails curve
I could
I won't
but I could
control, control, control
as a little kid,
sometimes I liked to flip to
the last page
of my book before everything
was already finished
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