It Was on Back Roads

that they told me they loved me, always

in the dark, always with my clothes off.

How could I have known then

who I would become, how

many men it would take until I understood

it was better if I closed my eyes,

until I knew what the moon meant 

when it was hiding behind a cloud,

or when it was full and heavy,

lighting the interior of the car

just enough that they could not speak.

--April Salzano