Thursday, September 28, 2017

This one time when I had road rage

Anchored hands jerked the wheel

perfectly ten and two.

tossed liked the hull and bow of a passenger liner 

bowing to Poseidon

back and forth

back and forth

over the violent deep.

The sound of my own voice.
Did I startle at this curdled cry, wet

as a baby.

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