#I can hear her heart beat I can hear the heater forcing air into our space, I can hear the blinds tick tick ticking behind the couch, and the solidity of these sounds is a great comfort to me. though there are simultaneously many airy questions and doubts and areas of anxiety. it is as if I am traveling at high speed down a hypnotizing highway; as appealing as it is to be ensconced in the back of the pickup truck reclining against the backrest of the pallet bed that me and my brother and my dad made just for this trip, there is also the persistent suspicion that I'm the one who is supposed to be driving; and therefore the shoulder, the ditch, the trees, the sea, and all our deaths are nigh. (2015)