then flies off another way.
He never found an unbreakable speed limit but, braking was the exciting part of riding with Dad. The blur of speeding was predictable. If we were in the car and dad was driving, and he always drove, we were speeding.
Braking hard was always a surprise. Some of our cars didn’t even have safety restraints. When the cars did have seat belts, they were buried in the seats because Dad hated them, reasoning, “If we are in a wreck and the car catches on fire, we might not be able to get the belts loose and we’d burn up.” He also comforted my seven year-old self with, “When we get in a wreck and get knocked out, the cops may not be able to get us loose before the car explodes.”
My safety restraints were the dashboard and the back of the front seat.
tells a story.”
some Mafioso mystery.
can be tracked.
still crawling, intergalactic currency.
usually, within the same hour.
as you think about breathing.
and night is as empty as a cicada’s shell.
whisper, “come here.”
from the striking snake.
righteously in response to preemption.
Bridge Out Road Closed Ahead Find Another Route Highway authorities cast me adrift without a suggested detour. Maps offer too little detail to be helpful. GPS warns, "Make a Legal U Turn or plunge to your death on the road ahead." What next? Road Closed Ahead. Set your life in order Try prayer. Send up a flare. No goes there. Last opportunity for Last Will and Testament here. So, I stop, just before the bridge to pray at Larry the Lawyer's Last Will and Testament Stand, decline the offer from the kid who knocks on my window selling flares, start back, ignoring the sign that says, "Turn Around Now You Missed It."