life has her hands down
her pants and she’s
thinking of someone else
you are
in the
right hand
lane,
following all of the
exit signs

the crows they line up
by the high-way side

it’s getting dark out
and you’re getting tired
so you’ll go to a motel
where she will fake it
to keep
you alive
for herself

the acid rain clouds
seem to follow your car

you wonder if you’ll ever
make it home.