Velocity

Time Zones

50 tiME ZONES the kids next door have turned red rover into a rap song—each syllable a force of air, more-than-full rest beat between red and roe, empty space before the ver. this morning, i’m a math problem, i can go anywhere. One car, one woman, x amount of time.the driving minutes that make up one day could have me two, maybe three hours earlier in life’s red tomorrow.the sun is overhead at noon no matter where you are.time’s a song (ten-fifteen, eleven-twenty) Man’s made up. Red. Roe.Ver. One man decides he can’t cross a number of years, love a woman he loves because she’s x years old, witness to a thousand extra noons, because time’s decided her belly will be hers alone, no room for a kid. 51 forget the sun’s beautiful positions, how it raised freckles he slowly licked. her body of hidden eggs dropped baskets she didn’t know she held. her breasts will be just breasts. Along highways, wooden white crosses mark slits in seconds where some body’s soul crossed the line between life and x, slipped away like that. Red. Roe.Ver. Kids call a girl’s name. bare-branch legs drive her to the line of arms waiting for her flat chest. it’s a game. She might break through. ...