The first lane was the street I grew up on
time to jump on the roof
look up from just before dawn at the house over the garage
and then fall back down to the trees.
lanes I couldn’t see painted but tracked
people live here.
people live over there.
this is my domain.
it was repaved and then so was everything.
that wasn’t my domain anymore.
too many cars
can’t lay in the street like in the pages of a novel
I wrote a lot.
Snow wasn’t as much fun as it should’ve been.
nothing is when you only have one lane.
The second lane came when I met the world
and i couldn’t drive
but I went everywhere
I was on the ends of the earth
to and from.
left and right.
everyone was in me and we were a circle.
big lines on the cracked pavement where only busses drove
and i didn’t want to get on that bus
I couldn’t drive.
separate paint strips into equal pieces
but they aren’t equal.
one always has a better destination
when you have two lanes.
The third lane was
so so so so busy.
I was just trying to find me one
the left turn, the right turn, no turn.
but whichever one turned under
in the big arches under the roads
in a clover pattern, that was where I wanted to be.
the feeling in the pit of my stomach
city streets had more lanes
and it was far away from home, just like I wanted to be.
more exits when you have three lanes.
The fourth lane came when i was already in the wrong lane
a permit to drive in those lanes
but so many lanes only hold so many people.
I want to know them
so they don’t know me first.
so many things move so fast
when there began one lane
and now there are four.