I’ve perfected the art of the night drive
the shoegaze blue dream haze
of it the thrum of easy momentum
oh if you could have seen me
back when I had nothing to lose
all teeth and grit but no car or cash
to escape the dull daily melancholy
words will buy you nothing broke
down, dead on the side of the road
so I grew into martyrdom a cache
of love notes and obituaries in the attic
a girl in a black dress left struck
in my rear view, pedestrian class
karmic disaster baby,
I’ve been putting miles between us
you’ve had a long hard go of it
now let yourself sleep, release
I’m going to meet the sea
I’m going to dream of all that highway
and we will never meet again
the shoegaze blue dream haze
of it the thrum of easy momentum
oh if you could have seen me
back when I had nothing to lose
all teeth and grit but no car or cash
to escape the dull daily melancholy
words will buy you nothing broke
down, dead on the side of the road
so I grew into martyrdom a cache
of love notes and obituaries in the attic
a girl in a black dress left struck
in my rear view, pedestrian class
karmic disaster baby,
I’ve been putting miles between us
you’ve had a long hard go of it
now let yourself sleep, release
I’m going to meet the sea
I’m going to dream of all that highway
and we will never meet again
Erin Cisney is a poet from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in such places as Dust Poetry Magazine, déraciné, and Ghost Heart Literary Journal, among others. Her debut poetry collection, Anatomy Museum, is available from Unsolicited Press. Twitter: @erin_cisney.