disconcert
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: rest stop, mb20
he calls
a stranger with bad intention
she talks in voices bright and false
her voices meant to engage
him
not the subject

me
amy hit the atmosphere in my ears
as i listen to the engine
going 75 in a 60 zone, sky's clear

but the lights of d.c. erase the stars
and i simply move motionless in the car
thinking of a had-been conversation
where the subject
me
found two voices to speak for itself
so i turn the radio off
taliban pinochet FM
and try to find my voice for the subject
me
yet find nothing to be said in the resignation
of stars erased in orange