Junk Yard Dog
I go with Dad to get
stuff out of the car
he wrecked.
The new company car because
the old company fired him for drinking
on the job, and so now he will need to
find another company and clearly
another car.
The windshield has a crackled tumor
the exact same shape
as his head, dried blood drips
down the steering wheel
a beer can watches from the floor,
mouth dropped open
in hollow surprise, how does
safety glass
work anyway,
the windshield shattered yet
holding itself together in
the perfect mold of Daddy’s head?
