Road Flare

The zig-zag loop hidden in a straight line
that cuts clean to the heart’s house
                              & her necklace of fingerbones
              bleached by the moonlight
                                                & scarred Mexican blossoms
in the rain

                              as far as we could go with it then
falling between tears in Salinas
              the breeze dropping coins in the rearview mirror
Don’t worry the ocean’s still deep
& wet
                              & the message buried in lipstick
explains less than her easy thighs
when I’m gone gone gone