Friday, March 22, 2013

Back Seat (Published in Monterey Poetry Journal, October 2013)



I see the two of them.

On the back seat of his car.

It is night, very late.

Soon he will take her home.


On the dashboard, a can of coke

Mixed with rum. The moon

Lifts his face out of darkness.


He turns his whole body to her,

In a rush of need,

Covers her like a mountain,

pours himself into her

Once, twice, many times.


She feels an odd boredom


Being rocked and rolled about,

And turns her head to the window,

Wide open, filled with dark things, 


and nearby a large and silent cow, 

which she watches as she waits 

for the storm to pass through her.

2 comments:

  1. favorite lines:
    "on the dashboard, a can of coke"
    "covers her like a mountain"

    I really liked this, Ellen. excellent line: large and silent cow, which is how she must be feeling, as she "waits for the storm to pass through her."

    Love reading your lines...ah, so much life...keep up the good work!

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    1. Thanks, Dave. I just saw your comment. Two years late!

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