there is this one highway

that whenever i drive down

i can see the entirety of new york city

i can grab skyscrapers between the tips of my fingers

wrestle them from the ground

like an ironic game of tug and war

in a world where isaac newton never existed

i can pluck any star from the sparkles littering this black canvas

lasso the moon, admire the soft curves of her silver body

set it up next to my bed

to bear some semblance of a night light

her clouded silhouette towering over the monsters under my bed

i can dive into the ocean below

swim 1000 miles down

to find dory and her friends

summon the water to pull me along

because if moana could, why can’t i

i can split apart the mountains imprinted in the landscape

with a step of my foot

sending ripples through the world that i swear 

you could feel the earth quake from california

i can drive at 500 miles per hour

wedge my shoe into the gas pedal,

until i begin to take off,

wheels lifting from this concrete cemetery

there is this one highway

that whenever i drive down

i swear i can see you reading this 

in the corner of my eye