THE DRIVE
The cross country Drive went off without A hitch. Much kissing. You parked down near my tailbone And camped out behind my spleen. You walked desert roads And I listened with a cup Pressed up against my belly To your singing. And then you exited through my pores Like a vapor And for some damn reason I built wings for you to fly And helped you get them On your back. Gave you the final push off Saying something like, “Be free! Be free!” From me. And I burdened myself With another cup against My belly, My heart, My throat My head. Kept hearing the same old song. Until I watched magnolia leaves Turn brown And realized it was all enough. Im going to throw these keys out now. Throw them out the window Down my spine to be eaten by my stomach And A permanent neutrality will come To be. What am I more afraid of? The drive or the absence of Cars on the road. ste