Sunday, March 12, 2006

to the metal *

dismantling the last three years of my life
i try to forget, as i meet people who interest me
that i will leave,

count down days like sand through my
fingers, gone
before i clench closed my
a phone full of numbers i may,
but probably
call, too full
of excuses and a little,
admittedly, busy.

ahead lie roads i don’t
even know exist. but i like
driving, so

i whip around the curves,
engine rumbling so
satisfying oh yeah that’s
right pedal floor down
heading into the horizon

on roads going
no place

i’ve ever been.

*senior thesis poem

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