Jake Platt
BLED
I wrote poems in my head
the morning of Tuesday May 19th,
finishing a bottle of diet pepsi
and driving to a campsite in Illinois
with my roommate.
They’re gone now.
When you drive for 4 + hours a day,
for several days, you realize
how often tires pop on the freeway.
I saw an 18 wheeler pop a tire on
Tuesday May 19th.
I was busy writing poems but I still saw it.
There are as many popped tires as there are
dead animals on freeways in the Midwest.
Roughly.
I remember I hit a Raccoon once at night
on a highway in my moms blue Dodge
Stratus that she traded in for a new black
Honda Civic. Leasing it.
There was a thump and some blood
I think and then that was it and I kept driving.
I hit some sort of large bird once up north too.
Feathers in the grill and everything.
They’re gone now.