HWY 1

Written: March 28, 2021

Looking kind of haunted,

Trying to find the interstate.

Oscillating between turning the radio all the way down and all the way up

Silencing Lana del Ray

So I can isolate my inveterate flaws

If I could find the loose wire in this 1994 Volvo,

Then maybe I could locate the crooked artery adjacent to my aorta

Sometimes, I don’t know my own heart,

Sweetheart.

Best intentions splinter and fail

But wait, (they don’t love you like I love you)

Once, a woman that I had never met before

Told me that I had the saddest eyes she had ever seen

I thought it was a line until she said

Most people don’t notice, huh?

Now, I’m looking kind of tired

Trying to find the last exit home

Mist in my rearview, head full of benedictions

I would like to speak to the manager about my life

The room was really supposed to have a view

I was told

There would be a view.