speedracer

like a fast
car, red and sleek
she caroms down
the road, inches
from the rail,
a hairpin turn away
from flying off
into a wall, or
worse going airborne
into the valley,
against the cliffs,
into the river
where it won't be
good. but she likes
the fast lane,
the speed, the danger
of living on the
edge. there's no
stopping her,
there isn't enough
self help books
or therapy, or pills
to get her foot
off the pedal. thank
god, i got out of
the car.