CAUGHT

caught daydreaming,
caught naked in front of the Speedway gas station,
flailing limbs, feet bleeding from scratching against the asphalt,
yelling about the gas prices,
bathed in sweat, with the faint, no, the overwhelming scent
of gasoline steaming up and choking me,
i don’t know why the price keeps ticking up,
but a subtle anxiety settles over my entire being,
and i feel hungry, despite having ate a salami on rye
twenty minutes ago