Poem: while driving southeast, a strip of road

while driving southeast, a strip of road


the heaviness of a line
weighs like a kiss

a long engagement

the highway widens
or
a wide stretch of highway

curves, but does not break in half

*

she tells me about urban sprawl
and how it affects her judgement

a voice that is fused with the colour of a
mouth

a crack in the mirror, the wall
cellular tears in what seems
structural

often words will (is this all we have
I know it already, says ,    in the back, stays
the length of a life or what it appears

confuse, the idleness of small change

*

I have been there, or, have reached its limits

law and order, the hotels you’ve been in

takes a dime to move on

*

can’t judge the distance but
it takes me so far

not what love is
but what it isn’t

how does summer arrive, then
the end of a day
how to survive it

*

the things no one knows how to do

knowing everything but
the language

a pound of weight to carry on
with
a feeling of stopping
at the knees


to speak the things we can not feel