they said not to wait to go
packing bags and pumping gas
flakes, relentless
peppering frantic wiper blades

fresh frost clings sticky to branches
tunneling through still forests
hazards, passing without a word
turn the radio down to 1 (to see better)
squeeze your arm, you’re doing great

slush and skidding
reach for my thigh whenever it’s safe
my cold knuckles on your lips
brake lights, 15 under
might take a while

Contributor Bio:

Maiah Jezak a third grade teacher and writer from Midland, Michigan. When Maiah isn’t dazzling her students or writing her next story, she enjoys napping in cars, tuxedo cats, and taking chances. She has completed (and is hoping to publish) a middle-grade fiction book about a young girl’s journey encountering zombies, her father’s addiction, and how the two intertwine.