Elaine Sexton, Drive
Self-Portrait: Between the Car and the Sea
I think I’ll stay blonde
a while longer. Downshifting
for the view, today,
the engine strains
in first gear the way
on foot my body
climbing the last few steps
does. You’d hear it, too,
if the heart
had a literal voice. Silently
pulling for itself,
the will wants the body to
give it what it wants.
How long will these parts last?
I put off minding the flags
lifting their faces. I watch sea lice flit
from shell to sand to beach
eased by transition lenses.