Used

My mind grows cold
and sluggish. No antifreeze salesman
will ever rev her up again.
She’s too old for new parts.

She stands in an empty lot,
remembering those bright, false starts
everyone else forgot.

As snow packs in around the wheels,
she becomes her abandoned body,
knows how it feels to reflect the winter sun

in the dent on the door
she will not open
anymore.