(An International Journal of Poetry)
ISSN 2249 –2178
Volume-3 DECEMBER -2013 Number-2
by Marsha Mathews
Arriving at church, we found the side wall crumpled,
my daughter’s Mitsubishi Eclipse smashed, motor running,
Alanis Morrisette blaring.
Stained glass crunch-scraped beneath our shoes.
bloodied and dazed,
humped over the steering wheel,
Bud Lite cans, stench
metal, vomit. Sirens humming.
From the rearview mirror,
pink and black ribbon,
an angel pin
who she’d blame