Traffic
By Michael Bagwell


I bit off the mirror of a passing car,
spit it back into the speeding traffic,
watched it tumble between tire and hood,
and left it for dead

These are the times
of yesteryear gone wrong,
of open mouths, teeth one third; yestertime,
the year to yester, nostalgia is dead.

The mirror bit off an ear of a passing me,
spit it back into the rushing crowd,
watched it tumble between face and boot,
and came back around for the other.


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Michael Bagwell is a student at West Chester University where he is studying English and Philosophy. He has been previously published in Dark Sky Magazine, Short, Fast and Deadly, and Collective Fallout, among others.