I wrote this a couple years ago and stumbled upon it a few days ago. I think it could use a little more love than the bottom of an electronic filing cabinet.
Undressing Your Definite Articles
You were the watercolors
your brush stroke eye lashes would paint,
on your old cheek easels
with enough blush to saturate sunsets on first dates.
and in an old white car,
with hazard lights that wince every other second in pain,
well what long terrible gasps
heard the stereo that day,
and on the side of the road,
with no knowing place to go,
on what accounts are you willing to stay?
and I remember five streamers cried down your bumper
no, they were your exclamation marks tied down tired,
and just one tin can survived the two mile hike
you made it away from your new life,
your veil was still drawn down
and it was hard to drive through the rain and snowflakes
of tears and lace,
though the evidence of your struggle
played out well for your better dressed court date
and as it turns out the bride in white,
had to turn the engine over twice
before she made her get away.
and in between those terrible chokes
someone somewhere heard her say,
"I do, I do!"
with her cheap fingernails
buried broken in the dashboard
in the most unhealthy way