An on-the-edge road trip does not always help you forget.

Having been driven
as far as Colorado
by your lovers, your
Rocky Mountain High
was by default.

Going back to Massachusetts
with no money in your pockets
from as far as Buffalo,
only a gas card and three
sunburned kids—no baths
for days, August
harried you along
Interstates – those asylums
for the highly mobile damned—

Remember the baby,
her temperature 104
that night you camped in the
Mexican trailer park,
and those crows you saw,
but don’t let your Furies
catch you, blue eyes
blazing crazy stars,
and never mention
the pain.