Thursday, November 21, 2013

WALDROP'S YOUNGEST DAUGHTER

The mechanics of the thing
were shrewd . almost liturgical

When the flick let up
there was a rawness
in the air
as if we had all been
slightly butchered
             giggling at a small cut
             another gash

taken in summer stride.

A kiss on the lips
and some bitching
in the parking lot

And everyone felt young
and kind of silly
as if a carousel
              had broken down
              had spun out

in the warm evening.

And we picked ourselves up
shaking our heads incredulously
and grimaced all the way
deep into town.