My memory leaked out

like oil spots on the road somewhere.

Someone must be waiting for me,

but a woman like me

is dangerous behind the wheel;

I might forget where I'm going;

I might forget what I'm doing;

I may drive on

as far as this road goes,

never seeing the exits,

just following those

broken yellow lines,

windows down,

night air and

the steady hum

of the engine

no me

just the hum