Entry speeds match,
but who brakes first
and who brakes last.
Tail out over rumble strips and the run off
to plastic water drums and flame glorious realignment.
My eyes are on you and your
glowing ceramics and white rims
spinning in place
and my skin
pulling away from it's face
along the high line
I took 43 out of 45 laps.
The crash
will be
your black flag
if you come out of it still running.
I am all metal
toward the exit
with enough track
to hold one set of tires.
