Pull your hand back in the window, Sister,
there’s no more breeze now to surf, given
that BabyGirl here has just seen fit
to drive us into a ditch
while in pursuit of her next victim,
naked and smushed under the right
front wheel, innocent or not.
I don’t know what possessed us
to let her drive down
to the corner store in the heart
of town when she can barely see
over the dash, and now she’s crashed
and, what’s more, mashed
one of our own into near-fetal trash.
I suppose now we’ll have to call
some curbside service, have them haul
us all out of here, to then dispose
of our entire affair in some green fashion;
maybe bundled and barged
into recycled waste, then anchored as reef
at the bottom of some far-off ocean.
photo credit: Paul Szlosek