sometimes for no reason I feel so lucky to be alive
and I stared at them for maybe a few stops too long I think they think I’m creepy
if i’m falling, did I choose somewhere to jump?
maybe it was never behind you to begin with the sense of febrile completion.
distance and haze, all things fade mirages like those invisible puddles of water above a hot highway
you see one thing then bam! you don’t, nothing left but the cool ache suspicion that maybe it wasn’t better.
Car, truck, truck, bike, truck, car, me. One road, one way to get any number of final spots. That my here and yours...