Poem beginning with a crash and ending with a declaration

Written By Josh Daniel

The night we didn’t die at mile marker 69 / a Disney princess was lamenting about love / and all I could think about / with the rear guard of the 18-wheeler rapidly advancing through time / and the soundless fog of rain / were two competing thoughts / the first: the way the bitter rubber smell haunted us like a mistake / rubbed raw by pink eraser / like the fact that I cheated on every spelling test in third grade / and I’m still trying to find absolution / through words / or with words / Wordsworth said Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings / but he’s dead now / and spontaneity is overrated / so I had my last words planned out / as one does with my multitude of neuroses / and this is the second thing I wanted to mention / because I always knew / if I were I given the chance / to comfort you with last words / there is only one thing I would want you to know / and now at least / I think / you know

Josh Daniel

Josh Daniel currently lives in southern Kentucky, where he recently finished up his M.A. in English Literature. His work can be found in/is forthcoming from various journals, including Pidgeonholes, Pretty Owl Poetry, and Alternating Current. In his spare time, he enjoys reading and writing poetry and singing showtunes with his wife.

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