Poem #4 | December 16th, Your Red Car


December 16th, Your Red Car


We were both almost grown
but your hair was gone,
and I laughed because
I’d never seen your
forehead before and

with you I was
Awake again,
because we drove
to a new place
before all the old ones,
past our old school then
down Dagger Lane
in the fog, at midnight,
when I had work the next day.

And I’ll remember that
night, after the turn in
your mind, because I
spoke of the scars on
another man’s
thighs and it was only
for looking that I saw
the trouble I’d left for
safekeeping somewhere
in your eyes.