Road Trip Poem by Laura Kiernan

With the grassy Neil Young in my ears
And the rootsy Nickel Creek on the next track
I feel like I belong on this empty road
Even though I'll probably fail all my classes
Because I'm skipping two weeks' worth
Without telling anyone
And I'm not planning on doing my work
I couldn't care less
Because all that matters is that it's one in the afternoon
And I just had lunch
And I'm driving down a road surrounded by red dirt
With the windows down
Blowing my blue hair around like a flag
And I'm wearing big sunglasses
And shorts over my scrawny legs
And a t-shirt over my thin stomach
And I feel pretty and powerful
I know my friends will get worried
But I'll call them and remind them that I'm okay
And keep driving
Until I catch up with myself