city glare postlight smooth moves
hyperbolic the way light blends in suddenly shifted pull gum stretched out infinity cross the car screen. the still patches of yellow are digested; i'm invested in the blackness between, allowing smooth and pleasant spacing. the metal on my wrist and neck is heavy and cool. the leather cushion and wheel is heavy and cool-warm. these are empty parts inbetween warm-sweat clubs long shirts long pants tight clothes. i'm stand-sitting, the forward momentum pulls me down. i feel it but i am still light somehow. my friend slouched beside me quiet, the repeating click scratch snare and double beats punctuate. i don't really want to be anywhere but transport. i mentioned i'm inbetween. if only it could all be inbetween. i want to travel as emptied and powerless, transport.