Hills and valleys that you were turbulent enough to nauseate us /
some moments i’m the same old me--
because it was in these hallowed halls i became me.
some days i can’t recognize my own outstretched hand in front of me.
I’m driving in the car
responsibilities on my shoulders callous and muscled from the weight of them
she’s in the car speeding down the highway singing loudly to no one
to purge her heart of its scar tissue