Steely Dan


This is my voice you read now,

or hear, since in your head it sounds

confident of its purpose, so ours,

wrapped around each other,


melting snow onto metal, sliding

off hoods taking longer routes,


and darkness makes every hill into Rodin’s gates of Hell,

and darkness writes everything to death,


while Dad plays Steely Dan,

driving Mom home.

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