After the storm freeways were littered with severed car parts - a mirror, a door, a windshield - all different colors, a red bumper smashed up on the shoulder off Oso Parkway. I lowered my eyes in respect for the dead vehicles and out of decency for the strewn and exposed parts that found themselves suddenly naked in public.
We were all voyeurs on the highway last night; we were families in khaki gawking at exotic animals. I've hydroplaned more than a handful of times in my life but after seconds the car jolts back to the drag of gravity. I can imagine those 8, 9 seconds, completely weightless over water; a pressing silence except for rain on the windshield and the sticky sound of leather pulling from your skin as you shift weight.
i have no idea why all your poems remind of radiohead, but take that as a compliment.
ReplyDeletethis song plays in my head as i read this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oo3ZnHJ0KTQ