by Gabriel McCreath
to hear dark evening chords
of swampland frogsong.
to drive through a thick fog.
to sleep like the racoon
in a heap of fur on the curb.
if the road can kill,
then the road can raise
to a place of honor—
glowing like a halo of gnats
shining in high beam headlights.
meaning: you are severed from the forest.
suggested action: keep driving.
