Wednesday, July 30, 2008

if I could only

get the kind of roadside assistance
that SHE is getting-

she is the one who can run in heels
ride side-saddle with a skirt on

laugh at his not-even-funny jokes
and simply
sit,

and others will be in awe of
her beauty

stumble to catch her
twist an ankle on the way

and keep going
light her cigarette

while I am lugging the fucking tire
across the road

with grease smeared across my face
and my flats are hurting my feet

over-dramatized? maybe
but I have to do something

I mean, no matter how hard I try,
lipstick just will not stay
on my lips

another Easystreet prompt...danke!

5 comments:

Nathan1313 said...

"lugging the fucking tire" -- love the sound of this. Great tone here. I liked reading this a lot.

Nathan1313 said...

ps That's a cool picture.

holly said...

yeah...I like that pic a lot too...

Julie said...

This has become my new favorite poem of yours, Holly. I love how you start out describing the way "she" is treated like a princess, then the voice turns to the "lugging the fucking tire." Nathan is right...there's great tone there. It's funny but serious at the same time, so I like that, too. I love the voice. I would love to hear you read this!

holly said...

thanks Julie, I love to read my work, and need to seek out venues to do so...