65mph and slowing, on brakes, exit
something is in the way, right front lifts
okay, turn left. veers right, swerves left
two lanes cleared, gasps from back seat
only coherent thought "what." hand from shotgun
a voice: "relax"
you know, that's not a bad idea
hands slack, feel it
give her some gas
spin -- okay, we've finished
turn around, drive, suddenly not so tired
we'll just take some future exit.
good thing it's past midnight.
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