pull over (fa)

to the side of the white
road, get out
and light a cigarette
this is nervous
this is the concrete trapped
under ice

you don't know where you're going
but you know
there's something you need to get right

warm your hands on the hood
the snow melts on it

you're at the frontline now
a balance of
comfort
and war

this is where you leave
it all
to be buried alive
in the snow

your hopes
and notes
and postage fares
your worried songs
your gloves from home

this is where you leave
it all
to stop breathing
in the snow