she stood in her t-shirt,
and broken sneakers,
her hot back pressed against
the bricks,
and watched all
the people
race around her.
the world caught in tight, perpetual,
circles.
there was a day that
she decided
to take one step
out of place,
and she ended up
falling out
of the circles.
the freeway was busy with cars
and lies
and lost breaths.
and her eyes stayed on one car at time,
following it down the small strip
of visible black top,
till it sped out of sight.
then two, then three, then four.
always another car to replace the first.
there was always another,
more heartbeats
and credit cards
and gasoline.
but none of them ever
bothered
to think why.
