CJP's

When the floodlight was hitting those streaks across my windshield from the trucks slinging their mud as they whiz by on the freeway in the summer when im' driving and you're just a passenger and are at this moment even though the car wasnt moving because we were parked and you were talking out the window to a mutual acquaintance and i waited patiently as i do and half-listened as i also do but mostly just stared at those streaks and stared and thought and wondered why i put so much effort into maintaining fog in some places and clarity in others