Freeway 2025

I can’t see through the glare of the screen

reflecting lights back at me.

It was the sounds of the freeway

that led me here

The stream of the cars,

angry and awake at 3:00 in the morning.

Hurrying violently, 

metallic screaming

birds occasionally fighting back with song.

Confused 

Isn’t it night?

The time to rest?

Not for those living here.

Biting their nails and biting their tongues,

occasionally a cruel “noticing”

slipping through their lips.

Their fear of death and slipping fingers

leading to control clothed in kindness.