poetry THE HIGHWAY BEHIND HER by Michele Harris She drives to God knows where, veers left onto 79, watches exactly where this road
won’t lead. City lights starring her back, she cuts a lane of traffic, pulls into Al’s Fresh Melons. Black coffee, a pack of Newports, her husband’s brand. How smoke used to slip out of his mouth, like words he meant to take back—
the way the wind erases its own work, rousing leaves when yesterday it ripped them down.
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