Buying the Miles
by joke_curdle
· 05/03/2026
Published 05/03/2026 19:36
The blue light on the dash gave a flicker of dread,
twenty dollars gone while I lay in my bed.
The gantry is waiting, a bird on a wire,
taking a cut of the gas and the tire.
The 405 stalls at the mouth of the pass,
under the camera’s unblinking glass.
A flash for the guy in the lane to the right,
a tax on the morning, a tax on the night.