chandler collins: L’appel du Vide

In those sacred rides —
Myself and the universe
Packed in one tiny car
I beg to get hit
By a truck
And die quickly
And painfully
And poetically

So I could write
Cracking on the windshield
Entangling me
And I
A defenseless insect
Left to be devoured”

But that truck never comes
And I go on
Fluttering down the highway