prophecies that need to fulfill
you woke in the early morning
with a gasp, as if coming up for air
saying i dreamed you and leona
died in an accident on the way to your family.
you had to tell me about it?
with a sheepish smile you excuse
the revelation. my gods don't like
their surprises exposed so it's possible you saved
our lives this weekend when you rode shotgun
on i 75 south to my son's twenty first
birthday. not that you recalled the dream
everything must be done hush hush
with your gods but i knew, thought you knew
so it remained unspoken when i swerved
sharp left without looking in the next lane to avoid
the orange crate filled with clementines set nicely
unscathed in the middle of our lane
like a cluster bomb, obscured
by the truck in front us, but for its swerve
so i was expecting something odd and liona
said woah gramma that was scarey what
did you do that for? and you went on about her seat
belt and how we needed to stop to make sure
she had it on right but i was annoyed that you didn't
recline and reach over to fix it however i held
my tongue because the internet wasn't working
on your phone, which you had to resort to using to prepare
next week's lessons because of course duh
you can't get wi fi on the laptop when you're driving
unless you've tethered your cell to wireless service
and who has that kinda money so
after last week
i want to choose fights carefully. but her seat belt
was buckled after all and we settled in for a less fraught
journey yet just four short miles down the road
a semi signalled a pull over from behind a harzars-flashing car
who was nevertheless going the speed limit while we
in the left hand lane decidedly were not so i gunned it
to show intent and the fucker pulls over anyway when
i'm already 3 feet into his trailer and i wind up
kissing the emergency lane's pimpled ass
before dropping back in behind him and liona
asks nothing, she saw it happen and maybe
the idea of danger took root in her or maybe
she was just thanking anyone's gods
for not having to deal with that when today we
were driving down to her great granddaddy's house
to go fishing. on the drive home i was careful
to avoid trucks or get around them
quickly, but mostly i tried to stay behind them
but i noticed the battle continued as i drove
below the speed limit and everytime i had to pass
someone, there was always other vehicles around
easily pushed into our spine
but we didn't get car bombed so thank you
with a gasp, as if coming up for air
saying i dreamed you and leona
died in an accident on the way to your family.
you had to tell me about it?
with a sheepish smile you excuse
the revelation. my gods don't like
their surprises exposed so it's possible you saved
our lives this weekend when you rode shotgun
on i 75 south to my son's twenty first
birthday. not that you recalled the dream
everything must be done hush hush
with your gods but i knew, thought you knew
so it remained unspoken when i swerved
sharp left without looking in the next lane to avoid
the orange crate filled with clementines set nicely
unscathed in the middle of our lane
like a cluster bomb, obscured
by the truck in front us, but for its swerve
so i was expecting something odd and liona
said woah gramma that was scarey what
did you do that for? and you went on about her seat
belt and how we needed to stop to make sure
she had it on right but i was annoyed that you didn't
recline and reach over to fix it however i held
my tongue because the internet wasn't working
on your phone, which you had to resort to using to prepare
next week's lessons because of course duh
you can't get wi fi on the laptop when you're driving
unless you've tethered your cell to wireless service
and who has that kinda money so
after last week
i want to choose fights carefully. but her seat belt
was buckled after all and we settled in for a less fraught
journey yet just four short miles down the road
a semi signalled a pull over from behind a harzars-flashing car
who was nevertheless going the speed limit while we
in the left hand lane decidedly were not so i gunned it
to show intent and the fucker pulls over anyway when
i'm already 3 feet into his trailer and i wind up
kissing the emergency lane's pimpled ass
before dropping back in behind him and liona
asks nothing, she saw it happen and maybe
the idea of danger took root in her or maybe
she was just thanking anyone's gods
for not having to deal with that when today we
were driving down to her great granddaddy's house
to go fishing. on the drive home i was careful
to avoid trucks or get around them
quickly, but mostly i tried to stay behind them
but i noticed the battle continued as i drove
below the speed limit and everytime i had to pass
someone, there was always other vehicles around
easily pushed into our spine
but we didn't get car bombed so thank you
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