Racetrack.

I made note of my run

Marked it in the leftmost lane

Speedy Gonzales Saturday mornings

with the radio on

Drown out my panic

and the caricature of my self-loathing

with a schedule

Song, speech, song

Forgetting the nostalgic

high pitch sounds of

getting anywhere

too quickly to measure accurately

I'm already halfway there

My destination highlighted

On the map in my dad's old truck

tucked in the pocket behind the seat

curled gently and careworn

I know this route

It has your name on it

and I'll be there soon

you just got there in a hurry

Fast as lightning