The measure of a man
he hadn't had a speeding ticket in years
he still got road-rage though
he had never laid a finger on her in anger
he still thought he could
he worried it wasn't an ordinary tiredness
he'd been unnervingly right in the past
he had his blood taken and sat there
while the centrifuge spun up
the action came up through the floor
and he wanted to sit still forever
just feeling the soft vibrations through his feet
