shit.
The ash gray mini-van has its trunk wide open
Like a hippo’s mouth without the teeth and the woman who stands
shoulders down, hands to face, is crying- I think she is crying.
At her feet lies crumpled a cat or maybe toy for someone small.
My steel box slows down, surveying the scene and my eyes
form a water shield over my pupils. It causes the hippo-van hearse
to sit there-
fuzzy, soft, and without concrete outlines like the corpse
that lies near it. Two other steel boxes slow down in the opposite lane
and I guess they’re mouths have begun to open like my own.
The sky is a humming blanket in its dirty snow state, humming with the sound of oncoming rain, soggy fur and hot tears. A crow surveys the wreck
with its beak open too and I wish I had a rock to throw.
A greasy black hyena with wings.
That’s not your breakfast, so let it sleep.
Like a hippo’s mouth without the teeth and the woman who stands
shoulders down, hands to face, is crying- I think she is crying.
At her feet lies crumpled a cat or maybe toy for someone small.
My steel box slows down, surveying the scene and my eyes
form a water shield over my pupils. It causes the hippo-van hearse
to sit there-
fuzzy, soft, and without concrete outlines like the corpse
that lies near it. Two other steel boxes slow down in the opposite lane
and I guess they’re mouths have begun to open like my own.
The sky is a humming blanket in its dirty snow state, humming with the sound of oncoming rain, soggy fur and hot tears. A crow surveys the wreck
with its beak open too and I wish I had a rock to throw.
A greasy black hyena with wings.
That’s not your breakfast, so let it sleep.