After the Text

A poem I wrote in 2018 based on the reoccurring nightmares I had while I was learning how to drive.

Photo by Conor Samuel on Unsplash

The horn drones on
loud and consistent
like an alarm clock
at six past midnight.
The cars ski across
the road and destroy
each other on impact
with a sort of poetic 
romantic completion 
that seems admirable 
if we didn’t know
what we were 
witnessing—
splintered bones,
shattered ribs,
and blood decorates
the road with f…