You’re
Driving and I’m Not Pissy
We should arrive by dusk.
Arriving was never your
strong point, though.
Continue on Panoramic
Highway for 3 miles
(That’s with pop songs, FYI!).
Ah, the Ambien. Do you not
like it when I sing along
with your favorite song?
“Welcome to America!”
you say to me. As if I don’t
already know exactly
where I am.
