HOWL

We spin in and out of control. The center cannot hold but we tease gravity in the dark and lean inward. Half on the ground half in the air, we dilly-dally and hold until we come crashing down falling forward against the restraints.

I rise and howl at what light is left with fists pressed against the sides. We are alive, alive, alive.

“Christ.”

I fall against the seat, shift into drive once more and grip the wheel.

“Again?”

“Again.”