The girls in the back seat






The girls in the back seat
make their animals 
do interpretive dance 
to the tune of Colvin’s “Suicide Alley.”

They’re not listening 
and the words

dance with the animals
and will not settle on ears
or come to rest 
anywhere near their hearts

but if it were just 
the one, my own, 
she would be 
still,
looking out the window,
active,
holding her Bella,
listening 

and I would have to be ready
for her questing questions
about the meanings of words

and i would have to tell her what it means
to take one’s own life and 
I would have to tell her that
nobody knows what it means
to take one’s own life. 

I still don’t know 
what it means
not to.