Lights of the City

Isabelle Paul -

It's late into the night

and I'm going

DUI

of depression.

The lights of the city

blind me every time

I turn onto

a new road.

Slamming my brakes

for the deer

that's not there.

And swerving

for a

nonexistent

pedestrian.

Green, red, yellow, white-

They all blend into

starts and stops

until I'm going

by my own

rules.

After the third

near rear-ending

I go home

blindly.

8/31/16