I love you get in the car Barton Smock *** I love you get in the car *** this morning, in the yard a man with no hands claimed there were parts of me he remembered. I locked the door and called a taxi. went out to smoke a cigarette my heart    heavy      in the ankle        of a horse. a carriage with 'taxi' written on the side came for me. I spotted an ear in the parking lot at work. I picked it up, it didn't feel real. I turned it in at the desk and waited. the loudspeaker reported nothing      but a found earring. by the time I came home I felt healthy enough, and said to the man still in the yard what do you want, my hand, and tried   to make a fist.