road rage

my mom always called it white knuckling it when you grasp at something so hard your hands turn white like your trying to keep yourself steady and keep what’s between your hands still or for me, like I’m trying to let my blood cool and my temper ebb before I jump out of my car and let go of the steering wheel release me from the prison of my white knuckled grasp to unleash my primal rage at the uncourteous driver who thought his hurry was more important than my safety white knuckles take a breath drive on relax until the next car cuts me off or the next red light takes too long white knuckles save my life because the rage the road brings to me is too much when the clock says 5:00 I breathe in, breathe out, hold on