Flumes Volume 2: Issue 1, Summer 2017 - Page 92

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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