Disordered Daggers : Dodgers by Bill Beverly (2016)

( East dreamed interstate dreams, dreams he’d never had before, choppy, worrying. Running the wrong way, or driving against oncoming traffic, or impossible land : a highway emptying into a river, a bridge wobbling, a prairie breaking up. Or ahead of them in the east, L.A., with its smog and brown mountain scrim, where it shouldn’t be. All the land – people talked about America, someday you should see it, you should drive across it all. They didn’t say how it got into your head. )