ways

reminiscent membranes ricochet off the walls of my profane, insane, one-lane highways. untamed roadways winding longways alongside riverways and waterways cross-hatched by reverted-collapsing bridges. dehydration and thick anticipation mixed in the condensation of salty waterlets beneath my scarf. wooden crosses and statuettes of our-lady-of-guadalupe mark the sorrow and hope of the dearly deceased. these reminders of death don't slow our pace, we have a schedule to defeat and a demand to meet.