by Regina Green

bodies dot the highway, an odd conglomeration
of metal and stink. a blaze of blood and the

shakes are purposeful and mean. you point out
that not all tragedy has to be my tragedy.

i am frantic to be past the boy with his red hair,
the older man who looks like a shoe, the woman

with her marriage arm behind her head. this is all
your fault.

Regina Green is published in some very fine on-line literary magazines, including Fair Trade Journal, Asphodel Madness, Sparkbright, Escape Into Life, A Little Poetry, Cahoots and Lit Up Magazine. For the month of April 2010, she was the featured poet at Contemporary American Voices. She also has poems published in burning houses, the fine line, Full of Crow and nibble, and has participated in three collaborative Lulu press publications called Spiraling, Spiraling Nature and Spiraling Thrice. She is a therapist living and working in Marietta, GA and writes poetry every day.