Lane Changes
David Lawrence
NIGHTY
I turn off all the lights and play black out.
I swear I won’t turn my flashlight on.
I wash myself with dark soap.
I am the inner tube
In blackness’s tire.
I feel the whites in my eyes
Turning on me like Sammy the Bull.
I put on shades.
If I could only disappear into a fist
I’d know what it is to be a team
Of knuckles.
