Always lost and looking at a map while
driving your car in the rain. You think you
make the right turn but you never do.
It’s one corner after another in a neighborhood
you never meant to visit; gutters flowing
with leaves and piss, neon signs blinking,
bottles and bone turning your tires into
shark teeth that clack like studded snows.
Everything hears you coming, heralded
by the monster you ride. From a distance,
the back of every beautiful woman
moves slowly away from you.