COMING UPON AN ABANDONED TRUCK IN THE MISSOURI WOODS
I imagine him coming down here
years later, downshifting the burned-out
clutch of days to find again what
he abandoned when he was my age:
blood on the passenger seat headrest
faded to orange where, after starring
the windshield, she rested her head
back like to watch television.
I imagine him coming down here
years later, downshifting the burned-out
clutch of days to find again what
he abandoned when he was my age:
blood on the passenger seat headrest
faded to orange where, after starring
the windshield, she rested her head
back like to watch television.