Volatile

the road is rocky and goes on
for so many miles
but she’ll be back before the dawn
to turn up that dial
trickle down the slab of stone
the wheels they don’t stop turning
until they blow out
she’s volatile
and that’s all you want
right now
so maybe she knew better then
before she was mine
at least i know it’s not pretend
she’s real by design
trying hard to make amends for the fire
we must tread lightly on the ground
like the cat’s meow
(e. buendia)