Off the curve of expressway
in my smithereen car.
I am to desert my body at the moment
of raucous dismemberment.
I am to let go the wheel, all guilts
and poison-pen driving.
I am to forget
thoughts of salmon for dinner
or egg salad. A book after
or loveplay. These plans
will be redistributed.
Have someone snap a photo
of the wreckage,
the spray of red
paint from my bug on the dividers,
an approximation of miscalculation,
and me, the same as ever,
only alone for good.
About the AuthorPatty's poem have appeared online at Eclectica, Pogonip, Barking Spider, A Little Poetry, Neologue and Paper Box. Her poems have also been published in hard copy in Red Cedar Review, Altadena Reveiw, Zip Code 92107, and Moving Out.
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