DRIVING ALONE

Scanning stations
passing trucks
skating circles
Miley in abrasive pixel cursive
coming to the Tacoma Dome
reminder of
my crisis tumble
monotony ache
but the driving feels good
the radio right
same song twice,
first acoustic
then later and loud
motel 6 twice
going there, then back
perfect for something
illicit, just enough
out of town
remember to write
that down.

Prank call

everyone asking questions at once
the end of class
scrambling around the room
cleaning up
before the next class enters
"Say hi to my mom"
he says
his hand is already against my ear
I listen for a moment
confused
then turn my head
and see a hand shaped
like a phone next to me
the realization
followed by fits of giggles
yes, you got me.