A long caravan of trucks equipped with CBs cushions and flees large roaring metal insects on wheels wheels spinning eighteen at a time and dreams.
Hartford to El Paso is a long way to go after prescriptions for the criminally insane after treatment and the forgetting of pain before the “howdy mams” and in between the meals 13 times she rode them blind while they rode her and passed her around.
She told me this seven years hence after the quarrels after all the nonsense 13 truck rides repaid in kind 13 love songs ending in 13 guttural frowns.
In the midday sun or deep into the night what could have been going on in her mind? 36 hours to El Paso with five dollars to her name 22 years of parents’ failures chanting “shame, shame, shame”.
She had ridden and been ridden out on the highway Made it all the way to El Paso But now restricted herself to the metro.
College Park, MD (1987)