Nineteen Percent Rubber
From the book cover: "I’m along the highway. I’m dirt, trees and nineteen percent rubber. People, mostly young men, used to come here with their dirt bikes, speeding around in loops, leaving temporary marks on my skin. They would continue until the cops showed up – and then quickly disappear into the night. The men and their bikes are gone, and soon workers and excavators will dig their way through my legs, torso, arms and head – making way for the future. A new light rail will eventually split me in half."