What He Dreams of in His Coma
Friday, September 10th, 2004He can see her up there,
standing on the very top of the hill,
her silhouette flat against the exploding sun.
The highway behind him holds
his red car pulled over
with its doors wide on hinges,
engine still running in cylinder circles.
He stands at the bottom of the hill and
her body is so close to the sun.
Her name takes up [...]
