All last fall I shouldn’t have been driving.
I knew what a car could mean to a person and what a person
could mean to a person and I drove off the road instead.
I didn’t really want to die.
Instead of saying I want to die
we should say I want to go to sleep.
We want pause. We want to hold ourselves in slow motion
having just driven off a cliff, to close our eyes and feel
the parachute pull us back, take a deep breath as the car flies
between two skyscrapers. Another spring, another sequel.
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