drive, she said

Always Crashing In The Same Car

when we are not ourselves,

time passes like

the slow

of rush

hour traffic,

one minute,

punched up

acceleration,
the next,

drop dead

stopped,

trying to see

around, above, beyond
what is right

in front of us,

seemingly

immoveable,
suddenly

unstoppable,

me,

the man she remembers,
you,

the woman he can't forget

photo by ac nagl