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.
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.
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