Red Car in the Future

exists in the past
collision persistence

of catapulted dream
flailings & trick

convictions all ladeled
out & blaming roughed-up

hearts for holding
remaining shapes grimy

& hurled into space
& trapped in a landscape

hidden beside a repulsive
tree ecstatic in its stoic

waiting for a garment
filled with a girl

yellow as blood
to gather these fragments

& start this sunlight again
w/ the turn of a key.

Matt Anserello lives in Indianapolis, Indiana.

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