Swerving into the left lane

Left-handed,

You hook the block

Only to follow a string of pearls

Onto the highway.

I’m screaming, _endanger me_

All the while,

Across spilled soda seats puckering leather,

The front view mirror dangles in my face, out of grasp.

Hit the gas,

Clip a bumper and

_Friday night car crash_!

You mimick rubber tires,

Telling the receiver

You won’t be coming back.