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
