"Virtual Image"
from Arbor Vitae 5.1
by Noel Sloboda
The neighbors’ daughter died—
a hit-and-run with a Buick
the same brown as mine.
When they stopped waving as I
drove by, I told myself I should
respect the need to grieve,
but I started to stomp
on the gas when I pulled out
in morning and canted
my mirrors at sharp angles
to display only sky.