the weather is wrong
it's pouring but there're stars,
a full moon loud behind cloudings.
it's hydroplane hell on these slick tricky curves,
think-quick black splotches spray up,
and yank on my wheel.
my fingers grab tighten, lit up by lightning.
I'm in a dream, in a tail spin
half-asleep myself I lean down
to caress her goodnight.
to find her in the very darkness
I finger jabbed her eye &
I cringed when she cried.
"does it matter I meant well
when I hurt you?" and left her.
went outside to ride in the rain
and inside I died some again.
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