Christopher Honey

Pontiac Sunbird, 1994

my old car was inhabited
by insects
small cockroaches
I liked to call my friends
but they weren’t really
we didn’t even talk
they stayed in the back seat
and I lived in the front seat
by the radio
and the speedometer
while they whispered in the back
and ran from bright lights
screaming in small voices

{Poem by Christopher Honey}