A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Road (pre-dux?)

Pale iris the sky. The headlights
float by like lightning bugs. The Pizza Hut--

that's mobile domesticity.
Your dad can stash you there

just long enough to burn
your mouth on math, on melted cheese

then back in the car then back
past all the Fashion Bugs like pearls

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