April, Sometime in

we go away, and for a while, maybe
my mind will go on and on about something other than what it wants
and for a time,
perhaps
it will seem like
everything is gone from here and rolls along, in the rearview
and up ahead the road will stop with all of the little yellow signs
so that objects in mirror will be farther and farther and farther away than they appear

but anyway

It's over now, the cars run out
of roads and gas and willing passengers
and the waves come on with alarming speed
and nothing got lost as it followed you around
(you had hoped that possibly, this might occur)
see, hurt can take it's fucking time finding you
and do some careful planning to make sure it's going about it in the best way

I wonder when will it be when I can feel safe again
where will it come from, and will we survive all of the time it takes for it to get here

out here, underwater
i was tired before i started treading water