my doppelganger is driving behind me. same specs mirrored in the mirror. and he's not watching hte road and what is he doing is he going to be safe and oh my god he almost hit that other car veered too far into the left lane and took a swerve back into the straight line running. skipping through dotted lines and feeding off the black tar his car hums along at a speed that's no greater than mine and every turn i take he's there behind me. what will happen when i stop when i park when i get out of my car? where will he stop, where will he park, will he get out of his car too? these are the things I wouldn't think about if I were you. the bump pump of the break tapping to the ground and now gas pounding to run a hard boiled yellow light but the red comes down and doesn't cut him. on two wheels he leans through the intersection no slower or faster no further behind. sunlight shields.
but i know it's him and i know it's him and i know he's me.
four turns to go and three turns later. the first will be quick like a band aid rip to the right.
ten miles maybe four and we're careening to the left. is he sitting beside me now?
no. but eight blocks later it's another left and for a second I see through the specs and feel the blink of an eye as I almost slam into the crosswalk painted lines a barrier protecting crossers.
the engine idles as i slide into the drive.
the gas burns as i amble up the way.
and there is my parking space.
keep driving he whispers to me through his windshield, past the wipers, via the back window, around the headrest and into my ear.
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