I write poetry when I dis-
jointed feel & flail
on the map in small red car
which eats oil all over dusty gravel
trilling its freedom to the
cows whose eyes are
blank they long so to
join us:
‘She is mine again &
we’re on the road!’
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
ME AND THE CAR
