Driving home
from Grand Terrance
there isn’t a car behind me
for at least five miles
at one a.m.
Wednesday.
But slowly
those headlights
like mob fires
crawl over the hills
and catch up
cars
full of people
carrying their own disdain
For departure
or
destination
trying to set fire
everything they touch
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