lane change

save the morbid thoughts for paper,
digitally appropriating inappropriate
streams of consciousness,

make a copy, a back-up copy
carrying around on flash drives,
flashing to them as you're crossing

the street, standing on a bridge
staring down at highways
stuck between what could be

and the present reality
do things get better? or must you
stand around glancing at

turning points, rotating
frames of mind, traffic rushing
into your temples, wrapped

around car wheels screeching,
silence is not found in the switch
you use to turn off those emotions