shame

there’s a glistening along the highway I wonder if it’s a force
field, turns out my lights are illuminating a mass
of flies—I wonder if a gang that size
could eat me up
there’s a car ahead of me sloughing along
an odd slice, caught up in
the undercarriage—I wonder if it’s alive
and if it feels the scrape
scrape scraping

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