buckle my cheek against the cold the glass, the whip whip whipping headlights, the smearing poles, the dead deer, did you see before the dark, the burning orange? i dangled my feet, i reached only the wind shield, the hum hum humming dark, unspooling, spinning curves, the curves, the hum under my tongue, the seat drank me in the back, the nodding quiet, the tired quiet did you see the burning orange? buckle buckle unbuckle my knees the leaves the fall beneath the unbreathed quiet the orange drops wiped like sodium lights the warm, the crashing blue green red orange, i wish you were here but everything was fast asleep.