Driving at Night
Two vanilla cones from McDonald’s and a rap song
on the stereo. Tonight, I am skeptical of those mysterious
towering numbered buildings standing between plazas,
whose purpose no one will admit to knowing. Tonight,
I am sympathetic to the animals that stumble around
in the dark of the unlit American night, searching
for food for their children. Friend who wants to drive
faster but doesn’t—who is stopping you? I will turn
the music up. Those blinking green lights on the stop sign
are cheering for us. The speed limit is just a suggestion.
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Ally Baig is pursuing a BA in English with a concentration in Creative Writing, and his poetry has been previously published, and forthcoming, in Eunoia Review.
