drunk driving
Two cars passing at 2:14 a.m.
slow down at 150 feet and
then at 40 feet when the street light catches
the glimmer off the roof so that each
can see the absence of strobes and breathe
a sigh of relief, almost want to stop each
Other
even though they don’t know each
Other
and say, “Thanks for not being a cop.”
A tragic abnegation of social intercourse,
hastily both lean into their floors
no exchange but maybe none needed.
Thanks.
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