Sunday, August 9, 2015

It Was on Back Roads


that they told me they loved me, always
in the dark, always with my clothes off.
How could I have known then
who I would become, how
many men it would take until I understood
it was better if I closed my eyes,
until I knew what the moon meant 
when it was hiding behind a cloud,
or when it was full and heavy,
lighting the interior of the car

just enough that they could not speak.

--April Salzano

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