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.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 8:21 PM UTC
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.
Don't ask why, but I love Ms. Thurman.