a tiny golden cross that had faith & hope inscribed into it
the base to my son's car seat
& his monkey mirror
my husband's suit jacket
& seven years of my life written into various paper journals with colored covers
these were all stolen in the first car I ever owned
her name was Lydia "She was the most glorious creature under the sun."
that comes from a Groucho Marx song if you didn't know
my Papa used to sing it to me all the time
anywho
she was a 2000 Dodge Neon painted black
two stickers on the back "COEXIST" and "SUPPORT THE ARTS KISS A MUSICIAN"
I got her my first year of college from a man who's like a father to me
we've been through many a busted radiator hose & flat tire
last summer my husband was on his way to work when Lydia gave out on him so he left her at the side of K-15 and MacArthur in Wichita & told the cops not to tow her away 'cause he'd be back for her
when he returned after his shift she was gone nowhere to be found a vanishing act of pure mental hell & unanswered questions to this day