Argument on Highway Seven
we jerk to the side
slide onto the shoulder
i sputter and seize up
stiff like an engine starved for oil
tires bite gravel and spit
stones
get out
your eyes bore into me
like headlights
you grip my arm and
turn me tight like a wheel
i jump out, stumble
crash to the ground
my throat thick with exhaust
i watch as you peel away
dust in your wake
this wreckage behind you