Blowing smoke rings in the dark,
traversing Windy’s winding paths,
my psyche misleads me about who I should be,
filching ideas I’d overlooked
before I could find them in ecstasy’s thrill.
I clutched the steering wheel
hoping to hear no evil
pass through the stereo
before time passes
over her reflection
to intersect with the interstate
of a crossroad to which way
only one leads home.

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