by Diane Glancy
Well, jipes! I floored the Chevy/
fishtailed all over the soft-tarred
road
Old women babbling by the church
shit no one with balls
goes to flea markets
the road festered at Pelsor
curves at sixty-two
overturned once on these roads
still don’t know how I got out.
From:
One Age in a Dream
Copyright ©:
1986, Milkweed Editions
Last updated March 31, 2023