Route 22 has swallowed up

too many bodies before their time

swerving over medians, yellow lines

splashing through sleet.

against concrete

his body, ejected

like cassette tape

his tape, pulled out

and spilling, coloring

the white field with red

turned black in the night.

where ducks babbled

about the cold.

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Alyssabeth Knerr was born in New Jersey and raised in Pennsylvania. She enjoys writing poetry that is experimental in form, as well as fiction and creative non-fiction. She is currently in her first year of the MFA Poetry program at San Diego State University.