BACKING DOWN by Claire Scott the driveway of our marriage a suitcase of slimsy skirts / silk scarves &
dark shapes of sorrow running on a tank of curdled trust since
I heard / I saw / I knew my wipers powerless against drizzle & despair
I weep through my skin my mouth tastes of you
how could you with my closest friend Amy of lilting steps / light & laughter
Amy there when / our child / was not to be staunching my tears / spooning chicken soup
she was mine to love not yours & now I must go
driving the Mazda you bought for my birthday the red of spring cherries & plums
but no GPS the fog is dense , ten foot visibility
I can go forever ten feet at a time winter chilling my bones
I suck Wint-O-Green candy & chew Trident gum but some tastes / remain / a long time / on the tongue
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