she swerves off the road and
waits to collect her breath. a maze in
her mind leads back to the
morning. when mist covered the
grass and her thoughts were like nuts
spread over chocolate: crushed and
salty, made for contrast. she remembers her
words, they
lead her to the center, where a dead man with
living eyes offers her a smoke. a dear jumps
across the road, as if she swerved pre-emptively for it.