In cars drivers
clothed for mistakes
they made years before
grip steering wheels
they barely need as
the cars work
those same routes
every workday.
After years of
dressing and driving
like this, they
know in their
bones that to imagine
different roads
would tear them
to shreds.
They clench
the steering wheels,
their teeth; they clench
their buttocks
as their cars go
where they always go.
There by the roadside,
a steering wheel.
The sound of
someone screaming,
or cheering.
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