Highway

Witnessed a woman in white fur,
platinum blonde,
in the back seat of a
red car
blasting down the highway
turn herself inside out for us.
The halo must have swallowed the word, I thought; there was
tinsel on the rearview mirror, a snake in her undergarments

perhaps possessing

Time, consumed slowly and with
unhinged jaws

like an infant, or pygmy
hippo.