#12 Northbound

In Los Angeles
I almost steered into a tree
my overloaded car,
overloaded with me.

I’d never felt so unlike myself,
a self willing to kill myself.
the day I left my mind
I left my future

toward anything I’m capable of
flood. Northbound
and home, away
from the machine,
the killing machine,
acting alone,
unable to admit
the killing machine was me.

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