Diane Gottlieb – Like the Woman Who Drove to Work Crying in Her Car
Like the Woman Who Drove to Work Crying in Her Car after Kelli Russell Agodon I wish I’d kept going. Going. My sweet petals to the metal. Burning rubber, stamens, stems. “It won’t hurt,” he said. “Just a tickle.” Uncle Theo’s breakfast. Whitefish breathing down my neck. Like the woman who drove to work crying […]
