Julie Weiss 1 Poem
HOW YOU SAVED MY LIFE
You probably don´t realize
the number of times you´ve saved my life.
By save I mean from certain death,
a dark road slithering through the mountains
as if fleeing a predator, sleep trampling
my eyelids, hands on the steering wheel
more shadow than substance. As my car rounded
a curve, you crossed the bridge of Let´s Go Crazy,
trilling me out of slumber, and...