"Dashboard Mirror" by Monique Harris
Dashboard Mirror
I like you because you’re
smaller than the rest, your odd
rectangular, flat, floating surface
above my body never nudges
out of place, never asks to see
all of me. I clear every road
knowing when to break, reverse,
idle, and charge forward, and you
don’t mind the neglect of your
sheen, or the aggressive pull,
the tacky dreamcatchers,
the make-up grime, the time
my tears went everywhere.
I like you because I can almost
break you with two hands.
I can ask you to lean left or right
and every poise is right, for once,
and you show me the endings
of things, like a flash of blue,
tinted windows of caravans,
a truck’s refusal of my pace.
Even when the car is hot,
and my belly is empty,
and I don’t know where to go,
I like you because you’re
there — steady and ascending,
remarkable at your distance.
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