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POST-ELEGY

After the plane went down

the cars sat for weeks in long-term parking.

Then, one by one, they began to disappear

from among the cars of the living.

———

When we went to retrieve his

you drove the rows of the lot

while I pushed the panic button on the fob.

———

Inside, a takeout coffee cup

sat in its cradle,

a skim of decay

floating beneath the lid.

I’d ridden in his car

many times but never driven it.

———

When I turned the key

the radio

opened unexpectedly,

like an eye.

———

I was conscious of the ground

passing just beneath the floor—

and the trapped air in the tires

lifting my weight. I realized

I was steering homeward

the down payment

of some house we might live in

for the rest of our lives.