river roads

January 26, 2007

there is a
feeling
when
you are stopped
at an
intersection in the
middle
of the night
a tight pull across
your throat, a twist
inside
your chest.  
the stoplights flash
yellow
red
yellow
after 11:00, flickering like
firelight through the windshield.
the streets are empty;
no 
sound except for your
breathing,
the car breathing
stoplights – breathing.
(it is almost snowing)
sometimes i think
if i were to
drive, and keep
driving
until
i couldn’t drive anymore –
where
would i be?
the gas light is on;
i go
home instead,
as per usual.

maybe somewhere, the road
ends.  i really think
it becomes a 
river, full of icy dark
blue-black cold
a lingering
touch of humanity, a scar from
before.  if i could find
the end, it would flow beneath my car
between my fingers, over
my face.  through yesterday
past tomorrow.

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