Driving

	Michelle Paulsen
weekends of	walking into the	you grow tired	a strange sudden
in storms,	driving in the dark, you see only the largest obstacles; they close in, then vanish. and your dreams are the same, you sense their thick presence but cannot see. again, early Sunday morning every stick a snake, you just can't sleep		staring at a naked
up on his			there is something
then there was the			it may be a
snowflakes are	fireflies for	driving in the	there is a