what does it feel like to die?
I wonder, as I careen down the exit.
the asphalt below me, tires pounding.
I was late, again.
the road opens a particular type of paralytic nostalgia.
a freeze frame of what was and what could be.
the unmistakable shake of a speeding semi breaking the wind barrier snaps me back.
I am here for now.
I focus on the curve as I turn the wheel slowly,
I remain enamored by the smooth act of letting go.