the stoplight glows between my eyelashes
the murmur of the humid wind slowly wafting into my car
wrapping my skin in warmth instead of the coat i refused to wear
my clothes reek of an eight hour shift
i have the desire to take a few showers
to bathe in scorching water
the light turns green
and i feel as though i'm the only person moving in the world
the streets are bare, the flesh and bones of the town are etched beside me
i let the song continue to play
that one that i never seem to skip
even though i don't care for it all that much
and i just feel like singing
letting the voice i hide so deep within me
to climb out and be liberated
to wedge itself between my body and the windshield
performing to an audience of one
and somewhere
amid the minimal turns and muted street lamps
i feel the overwhelming sensation of alleviation
that whatever i am enduring will be mended
that my hardships will subside
and my mind can be at ease