You had wheels
I was the girl
on the side of the road
thumb out
smoking a cigarette
daring to climb in
to get lost.
Counting headlights
you were
the “you”
in my poems
the rivers, the sky,
the roach motel in Austin,
we were going
never
here nor there,
destinations
overrated.
And now,
the open window
wind racing
through my hair,
you are all
the little ghosts
I swallowed
yesterday
beneath my breath.
© Elizabeth Costigan-Fox
Elizabeth Costigan-Fox is a natural, self-taught poet. She started writing at a young age and hasn’t stopped since. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies and she is hoping to publish a collection of her poetry in the near future. She lives in Monmouth County, New Jersey with her husband, Hal and their rescue dog, Theo. They have two adult daughters. To contact and read more of her work visit:
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