/ Poetry /
In an Uber through the valley of the blackest
Birds, my mouth tastes like someone else’s
Mouth, someone else’s teeth sucked into
Goodbyes. Pulling up to Planned Parenthood,
The only place open at this hour,
A digital clock calibrates the winnowed dawn.
What’s the hurry? Pierced by
A heredity crossbow, I accept the red curve
Apropos of who-knows-what.
And after? The nurse lets me cry.
And after that, we wait. Dark wings
Against the light. Yes, raven, yes.
DH backlit by the open
Fridge, asking What do you want for dinner?
I don’t know, what do you want for dinner?