by eric odynocki
After Tiziano Ferro
This was before she left you.
Somewhere between Ages.
We skimmed the Adriatic’s edge
on that ancient highway, capsuled
in your black Fiat with hands
out the window to grasp tendrils
of summer night air, unbridled
in its softness. Song on repeat
where the closer his search
for her comes to its end, the farther
she steps away; how the world,
in its vessel of time, glides ahead
while she dashes in perpetual
reverse. Perfect soundtrack to our
quiet rebellion, our indulgence
of this loophole in chronology’s
harness, as we hurdled
toward something infinite.
Eric Odynocki is a teacher and writer from New York. His work is often inspired by his experience as a first-generation American of Mexican, Ukrainian, and Jewish descent. Eric's work has been published or is forthcoming in Green Mountains Review, PANK, Magma Poetry, and others.