Surely, giving the finger
to the man tailgating you on Highway 10
is poetry too, and should be counted
where they count such things
in Rilke’s heaven.
Among my tropes and ruses
and the CD playing today’s road music
and the ominous signage for Pasadena
looming ahead of me like the SAT
there’s room for my own version
of “you must change your life”:
You must change your lane.
- Karen Chamisso