Red Ribbon

We hear a ding from the car, Red ribbons spray the cracked glass. Like a sewing machine on the fritz, It unravels quickly. The car has flipped. Five times tumbling down. Alive! Mercy, she has a way of doing things. Showing herself. The body, an ivory sculpture, Is where the ribbons unravel. It clutches to the skin Crawling, from beneath its surface. The car’s radio Playing broken words. Playing our favorite song. Skip. Repeat. We clutch. We scream. The ribbon unravels from out of weathervanes. Spraying from the almost corpse. The glove department Light flickers And then goes, Out. The car flipped Five times Tumbling down. We are all cocooned In red ribbon. Fragile little things Saying “this side up”. But, What happens When you flip the box? Mercy, She has a funny way Of showing herself.