in front of Bar Harbor
Electric sleeping in the
backseat of my car
just off main street
behind the bar
I awoke to a
crying man and a
woman screaming at
him “there’s blood all over”
and him saying “you
don’t care about me”
how I would have
liked to take him
in the back seat with me
and clean his wounds and
love him but stayed
concealed in dark
blankets
the sun rising directly
into my car