before i decide to delete it, i guess.

Here I am,
a junior in high school on a Thursday
driving my car down the freeway
from my house
to the small outskirt attempt at a college town
that is Cheney, Washington,
it’s evening in November.
And my brights are on
like foghorns in a library
every car I’ve blinded has informed me
of my lack of driving etiquette
and here I am,
without a clue in hell
how to turn them off.
This is a drive as familiar to me
as the soles of my feet,
this is a drive I never talk about
to much of anyone,
so,
you think I don’t have my secrets?