M.E.M.

People might think I’m insane

If they knew what was going on inside my head.

Driving close to 80 on the highway

A pickup truck in front of me

It’s bed full of wooded slats.

What if, I say to myself

a sharp piece of wood came through my windshield and stabbed me in neck?

Yet I would decide to keep driving till I made it to the hospital.