Not An Elizabethan Sonnet

She drives maybe thirty-five MPH
while tailgating fifteen feet away
is a red faced mime in a state of rage
on the Move, Bitch! Garden State Parkway.

Elizabeth's lost in thought about men
next to the concrete green meridian
painted to look like grass in Patterson

"like when the Lenni Lenape Indian
men had grass on their ass 2 a.m.
and didn't know why when asked by their squaws.
Men! We'd be happier without them!,"

she says to the mirrored Mr. Jaws
whose image is closer than it appears
when Elizabeth downshifts two more gears.