The Night Before Driving To California

You splay your fingers wide,
An iridescent peacock tail of a hand
Waving, waving in front of my face
Like a bag that suddenly flies
At your windshield
When you’re driving too fast;
You tell your body
Be still.

I make you this
Thing of mine,
Of paper cups,
Chopsticks, term papers,
The rubber soles of my shoes
Glueing them into amalgamated form
In order that I may hold it up over my head.
So huge it’s blocking the sun,
Encompassing the entire sky,
Limitless in its immensity,
The universe wrapping around it,
Attracted
To the magnetic force it exerts.
Here it is,
I put it at your feet.
And i wish i could stop.