Marine Park

Through the windshield the stars

are huge, distorted asterisks,

while my hands trace the steering wheel,

and my mouth cinches tight.

Tears mark my thighs like–

black holes,

age spots,



and I go through my universe



I was lost,

but I am found here,

on the hood of my Honda,

empty warmth at my back,

and infinity overhead.


The night is beautiful

despite your absence,

to say that it needs you to be so

wouldn’t be love,

but to say that your absence is felt,

despite the beauty before me,



I turn over sickly, hum in agony,

until the jagged edges of life’s key

click into the ignition,

catch and push me forward

down this far-stretching shadow of road.

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