-IS THIS WORKING FOR YOU?
…There’s a hairpin turn about a mile from my house called “Devil’s Elbow” because so many people have wiped out on it, including my son, who totaled his car a few months ago going around it at 30+ miles per hour when the maximum speed is 15 MPH.
He, or the curve in the road, inspired this story that was published yesterday at Orion headless:
…Tomorrow I’m attending The Pacific Northwest Writer’s Conference in Seattle. I wish I was a little more excited about it, but I’m hoping my lack of enthusiasm will dissipate and it’ll be one of those things that ends up being way better that one thinks.
My only goals are making connections, meetings some people, re-engaging with a friend I met there last year, and hopefully, hopefully, finally finding an agent.
…I wrote the poem below a long time ago. It’s never found a home and I’ve posted it here before. I don’t know why I like it so much, but I do:
This Is Not a Love Poem
You are in Switzerland noshing patchwork cheese,
buying wristwatches with Andre or Gary.
The sun is gentle and restrained on your faces.
A breeze kicks up enough that your hair flounces around your cheek
while seeding the air
with the honeysuckle notes of your perfume,
and at this moment
on our very planet
there could not be a more lovely creature
there’s no yellow brick road
so I’m heading off to where
the trails are paved with razors pointed topside,
sticking up jaggedly,
a billion blades
of glinting metal teeth.
To get where I need to go
requires more than faith and
means taking a blood bath.
You should be so thrilled.
Perhaps you can toss confetti across your gazpacho
or shoot up the next guy to slip you the finger.
Mind you, this is not a love poem.
and mine those men with their ceramic smiles
and candy cane eyes,
their Dudley Do-Right jaws as reliable as oxbows.
Take them in the crux of your kiss,
for all I care.
Crush them like scrawny spiders or
choke them with a designer garrote,
but leave me out of it,
When I brushed my teeth this morning
they bled inky black, liquid licorice.
I tried gargling with salt water but that did nothing to stem the flow,
the blow as it were,
so the doctor has fitted me with this muzzle thing
and now the only way I’m able to convey how much I hate you
is to type it
like I’m doing right now.