Trapped by Poseidon in a Chevy Impala written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard   A sonnet for the survivors   No one asks the babysitter for permission. The maiden and Poseidon in a Chevy Impala. The endless dark road along the St. Mary’s River, lit by a muted moon. The conversation. Do you date? Do you kiss boys? Questions slither where he doesn’t belong. Would Poseidon violate me? Dump me in the river? My purse. My long metal nail file. As … Continue reading Trapped by Poseidon in a Chevy Impala