I am at the wheel and I see
her again. Another obstacle,
I know her. I always want
to hurt her, want to skinny dip
in the violent waters, the
polished silverware, the mirror.
It is easy to slip my delicate fingers
from the wheel, let my grip ease,
tilt my head. Jay buys it every
time. In this bleeding dust bowl
world, a girl must be beautiful
and blind. I let the sunlight glaze
my white eyes, feel the body
thud under the car, a speed
bump. I ignore the cracking
of bones, harden my gaze and
keep driving. In the road ahead,
another identical woman
presents her body for breaking.
