Upholstery

The rental car has a chemical bite

that smells like ninety-four.

I’m back in the middle of the night

curled up on the floor.

My cheek is pressed against the glass

until the texture leaves a mark.

I watch the highway shadows pass

and dissolve into the dark.

I was waiting to be somewhere else

but the road just went on long.

I can still feel the tension belts

and hear the radio song.