Day 4

Sometimes you want
the backseat
fade upholstery
and dead yellow jackets
and a spider web
sans spider
and old seat belts
that might work
that might not
Sometimes you want
the backseat
with the sweet smell
of crushed dead
pine needles and
last month’s mud
you want the danger
of youth with your age
the knocking on the window
of a baton the move along
move along the excitement
of our poverty
our bereft spirit
takes too often a hold
of our clean linen senses

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About margaretelysiagarcia

Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book about body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
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