Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Lisa Zaran Falling Asleep While Driving The monotonous drone of the engine, lazy rattle of the clutch, sunlight glancing through the windshield enough to warm my hands. White-noise hiss of new tires on an even highway, hardly any traffic. Layer by layer the night strips itself of skin. Next Poem
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