Morgan Bazilian
Morgan Bazilian is a professor of quantum mechanics and a poet.
Front Seat
I see her driving the minivanGray, unwashed,
Her daughter in the front seatPutting her hair up.
She is staring ahead at trafficStopped at a light.
Probably going to swim lessonsOr violin.
Her husband, the girl’s dadDied a month ago.
The crying is mostly overAt least during the days.
His smell still in the carpetsAnd the upholstery.
An old sweatshirt of hisLaying on the back seat.
They drive ahead When the light goes green.
Her daughter in the front seatPutting her hair up.
She is staring ahead at trafficStopped at a light.
Probably going to swim lessonsOr violin.
Her husband, the girl’s dadDied a month ago.
The crying is mostly overAt least during the days.
His smell still in the carpetsAnd the upholstery.
An old sweatshirt of hisLaying on the back seat.
They drive ahead When the light goes green.