Poetry | Highway Dream

14th February, 2025.

I’ll feel it before I speak it:

These midnight tires take the road hard,

and I need to rest, I think.

Longer days until we’re Sleep’s to keep.

…

These midnight tires take the road hard.

Mom used to drive late into the night—

(longer days until we’re Sleep’s to keep)

—and the highway shakes the windows.

…

Mom used to drive late into the night.

I read your tread instead.

And the highway shakes the windows.

Why won’t you let you sleep?

…

I’ll feel it before I speak it,

And I need to rest. I think

Why won’t you? Let you sleep,

Let me try. Let me dream. Let it sleep.