The Ride

By Hillary Lyon conversation traveled alongthe Möbius strip of her mindshe took the sharp curves     fastwith no seat belts or air bags you unlocked the glove-box of her heartfound it stuffed with crayon scrawled mapscandy wrappers      six shinybullets and a warm pistol red and blue lights     flashedin the mirror of her mouthtoss care out theContinue reading “The Ride”