THE THING

In every poem
it's always a Honda Civic.
That does the splattering.

Everyone
who lives in this city
has thought about this
at least once.

Just how close
they can get.
To the edge.

Just enough.
To get clipped.
By the passenger side mirror.

How it'd only take one step.

Tonight
my date left.
At intermission.

So I decided to fall
in love
with the actress onstage.

But when the show
got out
the actress lost

just
a little bit of her
magic.

In every poem
it's always a Honda Civic.
That does the splattering.

And it's usually
white.
Just like tonights.

- sonja lynn mata