Driving with your knees—
look Ma, no hands!—
as Supergrass screams happily about
youth and destruction and cleaning up
spilled milk after car crashes. Did
you know I’d invent a car
slash
boat hybrid just to sate
your hunger? Just to see you delight
in all the sky’s self-harm and
-transformation. Let’s go back to where
it all started, our necks sprouting
from stuttering sunroof, hazarding
amputation but more likely
bird shit. Conflagrations smudging
the background, teeth and temples
crowding the fore. Deer always nearly
being hit but never actually
experiencing impact. How lucky to be that
lucky, to escape devastation so
often, and through no effort
of your own. Let’s do that,
okay? Meaning, let’s traverse the country
all dirt-kicked and lawless—
let’s move everywhere
without intention. Without
strategy. Please.
You have no idea
how much I miss Pangaea.
Sarah M. Zhou is a Chinese-American undergraduate at Columbia University. Her work appears in COUNTERCLOCK Journal, Bombus Press, and Vagabond City and has been recognized by the Poetry Society of the U.K., the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, and the National Council of Teachers of English. An avid fan of rock music and films about childhood, she can often be found wiping out while skateboarding or laughing at a dumb joke that “really isn’t that funny.” Catch her on Instagram @sarahmzhou.