Rear View Mirror

stay gone, away from the sliced

ice rink and the drops of blood.

do not look back in

the rear vision mirror at the smoke,

and go, until the car battery goes flat

and the lead leaks blue.

 run, ignore the bone-crunch of shimmering cobblestones

under your crimson shoes, your sweaty

face like a silver moon, 

fist clenched like a stubborn heart. learn

the art of staying gone, as the headlights

of oncoming traffic blare at you like sunlight

hitting bone, and deer’s walk with their 

elegant antlers and wet snouts, eyes

that glow neon in the dark. run

til your lips are flushed like cherry

blossoms, til everything feels like 

running away and dusk and burning