Can An Odometer Hold Onto Her? Poem by Audrey Stephenson

Can an odometer hold on to her
And prove the ones you love
Are nothing but a stepping stone
Into an ancient glove
That wraps around each finger
Snug and freezing to the touch
A plethora of plastic words
To show you care too much

So whip the blankets into shape
Dust swimming through the air
Invades our eyes
Arrests our sight
We're timid woodland creatures you've ensnared
Bound like the fingers running through your matted hair
And don't kid yourself dear
The ribbons aren't fooling anyone