In the Night Time Car

Dark and spacious carriage–
architecture splits before me,

chunks of wood floating in green pond.
Summertime was a memory

I ate like strawberries
behind the wheel. Sticky khaki shorts

and burnt-out suns
encapsulate the void

closing in: a blood pressure monitor
on my pale and hairless arm.


(originally published in Eunoia Review, Winter 2020)

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