I can’t be the person I want to be. So I’ll drive through the canyon today, visit the deprivation of my civility— go off the road because it’s a good enough reason to come undone and a fine enough day to orchestrate my unbecoming. It’s a silly thing, these lakes, empty piles of water. And I get it, I’m on the wrong side of the road trying to right my mind and sing with chip, it’s shallow. I was hoping to end the thought. You know, look for a more likely reason to save this drive for another sorrow.