Rear View
Day ends
Night begins
The streets and I
Fill the middle;
A tailgater hits his high beams;
I am blinded
And escape into the freeway;
He follows;
I speed to 80,
He to 81;
I slam the brakes;
He jets around me
And slams his brakes;
I swerve around him
And exit;
He follows;
I am far from home,
But so is he;
I blow through
The red lights;
So does he;
I duck into a dark
Deserted street,
Full of emptiness
And potholes;
The street veers off
And dies in a dead-end;
I stop;
He stops, trapping me;
He hits his high beams
Once more;
I squint into the rear view mirror;
He is laughing:
It is me.
