The Cut Off

The streetlights here are spaced too far apart.

I’m driving blind and following my heart,

or at least the blue line on the glowing map,

until the screen decides to take a nap.

It flickered twice and then the light just died.

I’m stuck on a street where everyone’s inside.

I stare at the black glass, a useless piece of slate,

and see my own eyes, wide and full of hate.