Make Believe
The siblings who live
In the salvage yard
Like to crawl into wrecks and make
Believe they’re husband and wife
Driving to town on a Friday night
Some they can’t get into
Even through the flanged hole
The Jaws of Life tore in the roof
But they aren’t interested in the cars
That no longer resemble cars
They’re drawn to the ones that might
Conceivably still run
Though this isn’t to say
There won’t be comets
Of blood on the dash
Shatter-stars in the windshield
Where their foreheads hit
Before they settled back
Like newlyweds too tired to make love
Sitting down to watch television
The boy always drives
His feet don’t reach the pedals
And the wheel doesn’t turn
As much as he’d like it to
But it keeps them headed straight
His sister always manages to find
A tube of lipstick in the glovebox
Flipping the sun visor down
To apply it in the mirror
Her face floating
Above the hairline crack
And when she smacks
Her lips like she’s seen
Teenage girls do in sitcoms
He takes his eyes off the road