By El Engerman
i drive differently when i’m alone
recklessly
i stop shorter and closer
i swerve and speed
high on the way it feels to cross yellow lines
i imagine a crash
vividly
i can hear it, loud and violent
my arms and legs shattered
laying on the pavement and glass
i’m sprawled out
painfully
crumpled metal, twisting skyward
acrid body smoke and sirens
swimming in the highway
i could do it if i wanted
blindly
i could destroy and be destroyed
solitary, never alone
following ghosts i promise i won’t create
