My shape came from out-of-nowhere.
The way some things don’t belong
That’s the way
I clanged up to the car
Trapped by a badly timed light.
Her poor kids never saw our image
Swell in the rearview mirror.
I was the danger of bulk; fast,
Barked the unlocked door open
And in I flooded, all the heartache
A lonely stretch of road can give.
Then she was alone, blinking in
The sight of an indifferent moon
Above the pines
This, she swore, was the sound
Of my voice.