The lights are magnetic,

when you leave—

if you leave

—you keep coming back to them.

You could be passing by the bridge,

and you look out the window of your car.

Just a casual glance,

but it happened.

And you are wrenching the wheel to the left,

not even bothering to indicate.

Because by the time you do,

the light might be covered by the approaching tunnel.

Cars beep, but you don’t hear them,

because you are already driving,

well above the speed limit,

heading towards the lights.

They are irresistible,

and you are glowing in the light.

-e.a.m.