These streets are alive

And they're telling me I've

Got to go

Got to drive over them;

The wheels become my limbs

My heart beats in the steering wheel

And I can feel

My brain running like an engine

My blood replaced by wind.


This city is alive and 

It's telling me goodbye

Because you can only stay 

In the same place 

For so long

Until you have to move along;

That or melt into the floor

And become just another wax figure for

The tourists to observe

When they visit in the summer.

Published by Jasmine Uitto