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.