before we wake up

there are more than a couple of cars behind me. my left blinker is wearing itself out. northbound traffic isn’t letting up. if i get an opening from southbound traffic, i’ll wait it out in the turn lane.

a teal toyota camry approaches with its right turn signal on.

you’d assume it’s turning here.

but what if it just mows me down instead?

after all, the only thing a turn signal really means is that the turn signal is on.

everyone behind me is in a rush to be stuck like me.

i begin to let up on the brakes.

and just as soon, i slam my foot down again.

the camry whizzes past me.

it turns two streets down from me.

my hands fly up.

why even use the fucking turn signal?

there are more cars behind me now.

maybe i ought to just turn right.