the position of the rear view mirror sits right at my sight.
so my glance repeats and i drive, on
a summer day with leather seats.
and all i’m left to think
are all the cars
passing me by.
i make the farthest of drives to places i’ve already been.
memories of colorless dreams. the same scenes.
i watch myself walk out of all the doors.
with an employable kindness, tanned knees.
wearing grey and soft pinks.
while the me i’ve never known
sticks to the seats.
a hiccup defeat.
asking over and over again,
“how do i get