release

mars-red canyons
dotted with neon green sagebrush

black asphalt highways with broad, sweeping curves –
the kind you hit with the throttle wide open
(but you have to watch for the tar snakes;
soft and slippery, they’ll take you, in this 100-degree heat)

I sped out of the Mojave Desert from the arms of loved ones
knowing I’ll be embraced by more where I’m going.

to the set of emotions disguised as heartache -
go fuck yourself.

I am free.