February 5, 2023


merciless road you have shown me the pockmarks
of the soul the clear orange streaks of grease
the impossibility of crossing due to flood

look at the way rocks are drawn to your center
ruts hide under leaves and now and then
animals insist on choosing you for a grave

how you have aged my road
so little of what you once were remains
anyone who knew you before would be

embarrassed to run into you
and would whisper about your
skin behind cupped fingers

yet neglect to praise
your arrogant steadfastness
the sinuous curve of your sneer

the sarcastic shrug of your shoulders
the absolute conviction that
you know where you’re going