FREEWAYS LIKE THUNDERSTORMS HAVE UNEVEN EDGES ❋ Anna Mebel

I drive a big white car
but let asparagus wilt
in the fridge. Being
alone in a new city
is like being broken up

with, but I erase the history
of my unhappiness,
wear dark pants, forgo dinner,
think of my body
as a bag of stones.

And yet, the taste and coldness
of my beer last night
was like a banana pop.