Close Call Poem by X. J. Kennedy

Close Call Poem by X. J. Kennedy

How suddenly she roused my ardor,
That woman with wide-open car door,
Who, with a certain languid Sapphic
Grace into brisk rush-hour traffic
Stepped casually. I tromped the brake,
Her lips shaped softly, “My mistake.”
Then for a moment as I glided
By, our glances coincided
And I drove off, whole rib cage filled
With joy at having not quite killed.

X. J. Kennedy
first published in The Hudson Review, vol. 54, no. 2, Summer 2001
also from The Lords of Misrule: Poems 1992–2001

Close Call Poem by X. J. Kennedy

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