That moment when you remember there is a highway leading away from here.
standing, naked, in the bathroom
waiting for the water to warm
letting the early september morning air chill my skin
thinking, but not looking, that my body might not be so bad,
that thighs touching is the most wonderful feeling
I stand in the shower waiting for the goose bumps to recede
the smell of tomato plants, the memory of yesterday’s harvest, rising with the steam
I resolve to wear the dress with the too-low neckline and the soft sweater that falls off my shoulder a little too often
I resolve to write badly, with abandon, deliberately
to follow the highway away from here