Look at all the beautiful dreams
dangling in front of my heart in my eyes.
I reach for that beauty as if I called it first
like calling shotgun just before a road trip,
it’s mine now, until I stretch my arms out
to claim it just before it’s snatched away.
I still see it, hanging from the rear view
mirror of my life, the reflection is blinding.
This ride of my life is in overdrive, reverse
psychology of the road kill I aim to dodge,
but I hit it, I always hit it and the cringe of it
crawls inside my skin and all I can think
about is why is this car going in reverse.
Because I can’t stop looking in the wrong
mirror, because I am not the driver, because
I can only adjust the side mirrors so much.
And it’s always the radio playing the wrong
songs anyway. The ones that come on
at the worst time, but I keep on listening
because the mirror that shows me the
view that’s supposed to be behind me
is in front of me and maybe the high beams
are keeping the monsters alive. Well, the
gas pedal is meant for moments like this,
and I have this under control like ten and two
calling out my name from the radio noise
playing music like a compass has strings.
But what I’m picking doesn’t need a location
or a sound. I don’t need directions for the
bones that need to be picked apart today,
and no, I’m not cleaning my plate for supper.
I have closets to clean. There’s a mess of
skeletons hanging behind all these closed
doors and that’s where all the noise is coming
from. They knew all along I would come back
to release them from the caged hell of where
their bones are making the sound of applause
from banging on the doors to come out.
I’m on my way to you. But releasing you
will be revealing you, are you ready?
I have my foot set solid on the gas and the
radio must be broken now, because it only
says, Go, Go, Go… the brakes are out..
I will be there faster than you can count
to find your next hiding place… you’re it!
Stephanie Bennett-Henry © 2016