Hard glare light


Hard glare light. Sit
bolted upright in squirming
seat, the breathing
words tonsilled in my throat.

No credence: I did not
assume your body was
no longer mine. Now hotter
than the engine's violent
quiet, arching my answers,

I am crippled, crabbed
by the looming shadows, the
dim receding rays of passing
cars.



From the book Love Poems