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#car-crash
wedded that day, on their way to El Paso, for two nights in a grand motel with TV, and AC they would splurge, for profligacy was not a sin at such times and a fat steer was sacrificed for it the radio filled the cab of the pickup with Tammy "Why-not" singing D-I-V-O-R-C-E they sang along, changing the letters to M-A-R-R-I-E-D, creating one cheerful cacophony in their shared space when the next tune started, he hit: a greasy buzzard, wingspan wide as a fence post was tall black as an oil slick the old windshield was no match for the vulture, and it was a vengeful one that crashed through Ronny's side glass, bone, feather and flesh tore into his sweet face like a chainsaw his blood blinding him Ronny turned so hard on that wheel the truck rolled, twice, landing them on the passenger side in an arroyo where he lay on top of her, gasping, his blood dripping generously on her "Ronny, Ronny..." her legs were numb, and she felt a warm liquid crawling down her back, one she knew was from her own head which smacked the roof so hard she was surprised her skull hadn't popped or maybe it had, for she saw double: two steering wheels; two setting suns; two mangled birds and two crimson faced Ronny's   who then had stopped gasping, and only slow breaths came from him, like a warm whisper on her cheeks--but only until the song ended and she knew, he was gone--and old verse came to her, from Psalms, from Matthew, and she knew, she was sure, someone would find them and make her whole, and resurrect Ronny for the good Lord would not do this to them, on this hopeful highway, before they consummated she harbored such a notion until her own eyes closed, and other dark birds came to find them, still, under her God's closed eye (1968, north of Marfa, Texas)
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
and not one sparrow falls...
wedded that day, on their way to El Paso, for two nights in a grand motel with TV, and AC they would splurge, for profligacy was not a sin at such times and a fat steer was sacrificed for it the radio filled the cab of the pickup with Tammy "Why-not" singing D-I-V-O-R-C-E they sang along, changing the letters to M-A-R-R-I-E-D, creating one cheerful cacophony in their shared space when the next tune started, he hit: a greasy buzzard, wingspan wide as a fence post was tall black as an oil slick the old windshield was no match for the vulture, and it was a vengeful one that crashed through Ronny's side glass, bone, feather and flesh tore into his sweet face like a chainsaw his blood blinding him Ronny turned so hard on that wheel the truck rolled, twice, landing them on the passenger side in an arroyo where he lay on top of her, gasping, his blood dripping generously on her "Ronny, Ronny..." her legs were numb, and she felt a warm liquid crawling down her back, one she knew was from her own head which smacked the roof so hard she was surprised her skull hadn't popped or maybe it had, for she saw double: two steering wheels; two setting suns; two mangled birds and two crimson faced Ronny's   who then had stopped gasping, and only slow breaths came from him, like a warm whisper on her cheeks--but only until the song ended and she knew, he was gone--and old verse came to her, from Psalms, from Matthew, and she knew, she was sure, someone would find them and make her whole, and resurrect Ronny for the good Lord would not do this to them, on this hopeful highway, before they consummated she harbored such a notion until her own eyes closed, and other dark birds came to find them, still, under her God's closed eye (1968, north of Marfa, Texas)
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it is hell to have loved someone- to know you love them right now, still- so much and for so long, and to realize you don't actually feel them loving you back. if you turn onto a one-way street in the wrong direction, it is still dangerous, against the law even if you didn't see the sign. and just because i love and my love is accepted does not mean i'm on a two-way street. now i'm crushed. between metal and metal i'm crushed. in flashes, when you speak, i see myself chewed between your teeth. so when you light up when you smile when i say in some way that i love you, you are also the oncoming headlights, appearing suddenly, coming at me on the highway.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
it is hell