Middle of Nowhere

The highway
late at night or
early in the morning

nothing but
some cars here and there
music or voices

-hello
-how are you

the middle of nowhere
someone’s somewhere
but not ours

the lull
far away
asleep behind
the wheel

-hello
-i love you

Angels

Please start. Please. Please.
Do you have it in gear?
Of course it’s in gear.
We’re in the middle of nowhere!
I know, I know.
Try again.

A heartbeat
against the skin -

a breath? The wind?

Silence.

And there it is, again –

a warmth in the quiet

a whisper against my neck

a beat
above my hand
along my fingers
a filling of space -

Click.

You got it, it’s running!
Yeah. Did…did you feel that?
Feel what?
I’m not sure.
Can we go now? You’re creeping me out.