Someone Else

Who is that woman
lying by the roadside?

Eyes reflecting moonlight.
Hair pale as corn-silk.

Stone-mouth set in prayer.
I suffered the scream.

Cowered from the midnight sun;
heard heavy metal splice a love song.

Who will tell the man
who waits to swaddle her
in a Pinot Noir night?

Is eager to kiss the small of her back;
have her bathe in his deep-blue eyes

because she never saw the sea.

Who is that woman
lying by the roadside?

Please, please tell them both-
it’s not me.

previously published in Verse Afire