Driverless Cars Stopped at a light, a car pulls up. No one in it, like the car in which Four girls I went to high school with Were riding when the last girl Gave up and let her eyes close, Which wouldn’t have been a problem Had she not been behind the wheel. It was late, they were coming back From the mall, bags of clothes They’d bought at their feet. They all lived, except Marcy May Had scars from the broken glass Like those people who were bitten By dogs when they were children. It takes me a moment longer than It takes no one to notice the light change.