SUNDAY AFTERNOON DETOUR
by Jessica DePue

It's so easy to play up your breakdown
It's so easy to fly through a window,
To fool with the sound...
- The Cars, Moving In Stereo

I am wheels on cement

A heart burning herself
From lifetimes removed

Fragments in motion

I looped Moving in Stereo

Suspended my flight

Through windows

High tide threw rocks
Shattered infinity

Lapped up our sodium ancestry

Like a prehistoric salt lick

Stones crashed, splintered
Segwayed irratically
The way he drifts

In and out

A consistent variable

Bucket seats incubate nerves
Detach, reserve windy hours for
Desert detours
Nothing touches
I pull myself closer

Held this way
Steadied