Kara’s unblinking glimpse serenades
with shattering dashboards
reverberating the melody of two voices
in tunnel vision, infusing a catalyst
in the gas tank when the car’s in park,
twisting bleak foyers to a facade,
trailing left or to an offramp
that she couldn’t bear to take,
so she’ll rev the engine,
and kill the lights through the gates
of hell, to kill the devil.
(© 2022 AC)