looking up, through the passenger side window
the sky is an unblotted purple
cut, like broken glass
by the mountains
jagged and black.
just plain lost.
there’s no other word for it.
lost and desprate
even the blind can sense when there’s light,
but I’m standing in the darkness
grasping franticly
trying to hold on
I’m always looking out the
passenger side window
there’s no one at the wheel.