Citroen C3

I used to be a Citroen C3

Soft Sand hatchback

‘til my windshield pushed through

her memories

and the secrets at the back

of her throat

now

in this scrap yard

a part of my chassis

is a safe place

for pink anemone

to climb

my split

beams

sigh as they lean

into the new gaps

Alexandra Price

Alexandra Price is a writer, mentor and mother. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in MONO, The Friday Poem and The Amphibian. She is particularly interested in exploring motherhood, nature and myths.

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