behind me
in the rearviewmirror
of this stained and stolen
Toyota Corolla
is a row of houses
under a pink and purple sunset.
it's nice to be surprised
by things behind you,
by these sorts of things
still;
little colorful moments,
little flashes of lightning
on the hidden horizon.
makes me want to undress
and lay in the grass,
and wait for Zeus' bolt
to strike me down,
or up.
but I sit
and pick a scab,
rolling down the windows,
letting the petrichor in
so I can remember
what she smelled like
on certain wild nights.