The Bay
Drove through the town with music loud and a hot clutch foot, no smile.
People everywhere and trinkets in the sun as if nothing
ever happened. Drove straight through and up the other side,
swinging the car over black and white lines and skidding paint
patches, a dog on a leash. Pulled in a lay-by to catch itself,
to think, to claim back a beat. A truck opposite on the road, staring.
“Fuck you” is what it thought.
“fuck the whole damn thing”.