Scot2

FROM THE INFERNO

when the red-eye triple trailer

broke through the jersey barrier

a few of us rubbernecked long 

enough to see the man climb

out of his collapsed sleeper 

behind the smashed-in cab…

You were there that night.

I saw you creeping along

the shoulder, trying not to 

stare. But you couldn’t help 

yourself; I saw you licking your

palms, wiping them on your jeans.