Your Love, a Broken Van at the Corner of Oxford and Grove
Loren Kleinman


Draw a red X
on its side doors. 

Tell the neighbors you're stuck,
tires blown out,
doors rusted,
and handles shot
to shit.

You can't get back in.

Tell the girl on the side of the road
to stop kicking that ball at the bumper
or you'll cut her
with your pocket knife.

Take out
the useless crap in the trunk,
the used books,
and the second-hand coffee maker.

Get the lift out
and raise the car.

Jack it up high.
Electrify its misery.

If the engine starts,
you don't need me anymore.