i, too, am not a bit tamed

feed me the sunset
in ribbons of road,
the cost of freedom
in miles per gallon
regular unleaded, dirt-
streaked windows
down and bare-
headed, chewing on
possibilities and loose
strands of hair.  one foot
on the pedal, the other
on the dash, left arm out
in the wind of eleven miles over,
just this side of reckless.