A Car Ride With Anne Sexton
by Rachel McCune
She drives.
I wonder how she feels in the car.
(I am nothing for living;
She is everything for dying.)
We have enough time today
To go all the way to the city,
But that's not where she's going.
I don't ask; it doesn't matter.
All I want is her.
Compared to her nothing is remarkable.
I tell her about the UFO I saw
When I visited my dad in Colorado.
I tell her about how I could talk to the horses
At state fairs when I was little.
I tell her about the old Mercedes
That I rear ended the year I got my license.
But I say it all in vain.
Compared to her nothing is remarkable.
I knew that when I got in the car,
And she knew.
She knows,
And they know.
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