I Probably Shouldn't Have

Crashing crunch of tires skidding on loose dirt

And flying dust debris and jerk of rattling

Creaking broken pipe steaming

Were background to my mind screaming

When I saw your face slam against the dashboard.

As soon as my unconscious death-grip loosened

From the wheel I clutched your shoulders

And pulled your face into view. Your features are similar
But fresher than mine. Your cheeks are aflame and nose leaks blood,
But your eyes gleam life through bewilderment.

I am glad you are unharmed. I slumbered

At the wheel and car is bent smoking

But you are alive.