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Road Trip with Uma Thurman

Top down on a rented convertible

The directors, the tabloids,

The husband and kids— leave them

with the city traffic.

 

The humming of the engine

makes my toes vibrate

as I nudge the accelerator with my

size 11 foot.

 

I want to see

Azure skies, desert landscape

Lizards basking on rocks.

 

I’d adopt a coyote

He would teach me how to sing

Because he admires my long nose.

 

On the road, I feel the

power of abandonment—

Infinite. Priceless. Immortal.

 

My excitement rises with the speedometer

I would make it to Mexico City by nightfall

The birthplace of my mother.

 

I write her name in the sky

It waivers with humility

Condenses into streak marks

on my windshield.

 

Her reflection winks back at me

in the rearview mirror.

Ahead, I see dusk and

the milky colors of city lights.

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Written by
jessy-pryde
American
Published
Jul 16, 2010
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Don't ask why, but I love Ms. Thurman.

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