Erstling Poem by Cynthia Cruz

Death is a beige Mercedes sedan.

I am five and riding
In the back,

Eating small white chocolates,
My long, thin body

Along the butter-
Soft red leather seat.

What I want is to become

What I was
Before the accident.

You think
I'm a rumor.

I move from one world
To the next

Living inside a mink
Lined winter,

God's child-
Like voice

Singing quietly
Inside me.