I Spend My Nights Driving


I spend my nights driving

And I don’t have my license

Not even my permit

But I spend my nights driving

My soul rises out of its apparatus

And it drives all night

And into the morning

And suddenly it’s 5:30AM again

And I’ve got 4 texts and 8 missed calls from



“Where are you?’

“Come home.”

“It’s getting late.”

“I swear, young lady. When you get back you’ll be grounded.”


She’s not wrong.

I get back,

Go through the day

Totally, entirely, realistically

Unfortunately grounded

Running out of gas

I used it all last night


I spend my nights dreaming


I spend my nights driving.


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