I meet you
in a tawny tryst,
beg at the door.
There are gaps.
I hear God has laser vision,
sees the noose
hiding in the pines,
hears the plaintive mutt
yelp down the road
even as cars sink
steering-wheel-deep
in the waters
where the freeway
used to be.
in a tawny tryst,
beg at the door.
There are gaps.
I hear God has laser vision,
sees the noose
hiding in the pines,
hears the plaintive mutt
yelp down the road
even as cars sink
steering-wheel-deep
in the waters
where the freeway
used to be.
Jennifer Hernandez, Minnesota teacher/writer, has performed her poetry at a non-profit garage, a taxidermy-filled bike shop, and in the kitchen for her children.
