The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Edison Jennings
Country Song
She styles hair, does manicures too,
at Sassy Girl’s Bonbon Salon (The Place To Go For A Killer Do), and he drives a long-haul truck, popping Addies to stay awake, selling weed for an extra buck to pay off their subprime loan and not have their house repo’d. “We’re screwed,” he says, “screwed to the bone.” Then she tells him he’s her hot mess, brushing back a wisp of his hair. Their politics? An easy guess. And though they get high, they somehow survive and managed to raise three kids (who say they’ll visit, but never arrive). Last night she held him while he was asleep, and heard him mutter, “not nothing will keep.” Whoever dies first, the other will weep. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |