Thursday, June 24, 2010

anecdote # 110 - old brown car

I floored it on all the hairpins
that I could find, ran it parallel
to the road

coming home my mom
counted too few hub cabs,
grass bouquets in remaining

she hissed, go find then before
your father comes h—


Sandra (if) said...


Lodo Grdzak said...

Popped that one off real good!