Dreaming & Driving

K-thunk, k-thunk–
From deep inside
The engine compartment
Or the tires
Or my heart.
Just barely not quite steady enough
To scat to.
The distances between cars
Hazy
But consistent.
A memory of a sports car
Glitching into my blindspot,
Radio-staticked,
LED red-electric dot
On my side mirror bubble
Until I turn,
See a semi
Barreling down,
Crushing my lungs,
Unfolding a tunnel around me
From the too-blue daylight ether.
The map in my head
Just a blank sheet of paper
Off the dot matrix printer
As the empty miles
Unspool behind me.