Sunday, April 18, 2010

iii: a hard rains a-gonna fall

it's still cold in alaska
i remark leaning against your
1992 honda civic
as the wind whips around your brittle fingers
and your wiry blond hair as you try to
get the car started again

shut up
we'll get there if it kills me
i can't not go to my grandfather's funeral
i owe it to him 
just like i owe the fact that i'm here
to the fact that i told you about three years ago
i'd do anything for you
(but the fine print specified going to alaska in the dead
of winter in a stone age car on a wild goose chase
to a rotting corpse was definitely an exception)

you finally get the engine running
sputtering shooting out rasps of warning
and you curse at the hood and say
get in we have to get there before she dies
12 miles away from the cemetery &
50 miles away from the nearest gas station &
70 miles away from any living person
bessie collapsed on the ice not with a whisper
but with a bellow

so i guess it's a good thing we remembered our mittens

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