Christine Fellows Roadkill
Be sure to cover my eyes when we round that corner
where we stood just inside the lines one long goodbye
ago.
one backward glance. bloody roadkill calling.
I can't resist. I never could.
And now just look around.
There is no sign of us anywhere.
There never was.
Drove around with you all night. Angry hamsters spinning
in our cages.
Still angriest the backseat driver, softly:
'Can't you drive a little faster?'
Then daring us to come what may.
And now just look around.
There is no sign of us anywhere.
There never was.
Be sure to cover my eyes when we round that corner.
