I got saved
the day you
rusted into
a minivan
all the cargo
you used to
carry cooked
on the pavement
your old self
was struggling
as a waitress in
a lousy restaurant
and you left
her there
still collecting
tips from
truckers and
fuckers who
couldn’t turn
on a woman
the new you
learned mechanics
like how to
change a tire
and hot wire
a Chevy
you were half
way to Philly
before I loved you
and half way
to hell before
I blamed you
for making me
ugly
Author notes
Zillion
A contest entry
- Shooting Stars and Eyelashes by bird-mad girl.
1000 points, ended September 10, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
wow I loved this piece. I loved the bittersweet tone of it. It stared and ended greatly.
This was completely fantastic and I wish [I really do] I could say more about this but I'm speechless at the moment.
-
I love this. It reminds me faintly of my relationship with my own mother. Wonderful work.
~Phoenix
Adding your comment:
