Anastasia Yaroshevich, Path, 2023
Ink pen on paper, 30 x 40 cm
Courtesy of the artist
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To distract
from their lack of coats,
their overabundance of bone,
the mother tells the daughter
the fortune of each driver
who speeds by until this
endless black car patched together
from countless wrecks at that
exact spot hacks to a stop.
The driver is a dull,
yellow smoke,
a tumbleweed whose
hiss has spikes,
Get in,
and hurry.
They enter as though climbing
into their own missing poster’s
constellation of long dead stars,
what stares down
forever upon
their old faces staring
back up
from a frozen pond,
a vacancy, wishing.