driving all night
to get away from you,
i fall asleep at the wheeland end up in
a corn field
on the outskirts of town.
i wake up
as i roll to a stop,
then get out to check
for damage.
nothing of consequence
to me,
not the field.
i get back into
the car
and turn on the radio.
i roll down the windows
and listen to
the symphony of crickets
the sway of trees
on the other side
of the narrow road.
i'm out in the country
under a sheet of stars,
a thousand miles
from nowhere.
tired and alone,
but it's okay, because
you're not here with me.
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