My Life to Live

In the end, waking up in the middle of the night I
am my grandfather as he gave me my first driving lesson. Needed
but the dream of my mother lying. In bed was a small baby, someone
along mostly empty access roads is a highway to who
this unknown child was kicking. At her side is wildly gone

speed in south Texas. Limits on the road reminding
me, I was the dream – seated on a plush chair my
definitely too high for such a lesson. What
yells at the baby to stop – some babies hate me with an eye
so slowly accelerating across asphalt. In this land came

our both at the same time for
surrounding dense and thorned trees. Now what
happened is we’re going faster in a Ranger, for I
told him nothing. He told me to turn into a parking lot then came
and read Lacan the next morning for

different co-ops in the town. Giant corn mills please
French philosophers alongside new wave – move me
as corrugated metals do in midday sun glare more
and I wonder what pretentiousness is then –
I didn’t know how much to depress the “I”

like education, I know, makes me relate wants.
He reached over and took the wheel easily.
Stretched a leg across to where my thirst is
family wanted to hurt his self. What I
both witness and am accomplice to, in the beginning.