HOLY MOTHER OF BLESSED ACCELERATION

The lane will narrow in half a mile,
an exit looming large. Lines of traffic with idiots
and knucklehead up ahead.
Instead of letting me in the right aisle,
I get cut off with a flip and a smile.
The only way is to make my way.
Fingers gripping, knuckles white,
foot to the floor a lunge to the right.
A tractor trailer bearing down
and I’m sweating bullets. I do a quick
sign of the cross. “Holy Mother
of Blessed Acceleration, don’t fail me now!”

 

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

POETIC ASIDES NOVEMBER CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE – DAY 15: HOLY BLANK

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