Pulling, Over


They’re only about halfway
to Heaven
when they realize the trans
-mission’s broken, and neither
of them has spoken for a couple
hundred miles. When steam and ex
-pletives come streaming out in
equal measure, she begs the graying
sky to play her something new,
something louder than The Boss
who’s barely breaking through
the static out here in NoWhere’sVille.

It seems they’ve got nothing left
but time to kill
and a pen
-chant for chili cheese Fritos
and jerk

There’s no telling
when that last gasket’s
gonna blow.

There’s a tug
at her heart
and she needs
a tow.



Prompted by Poetic Asides.




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4 Responses to Pulling, Over

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    in every marriage there is moment of pulling over. I act like such a fan girl (please excuse my constant cheering) but I do love your rhythm and rhymes.

  2. She’s not going to be happy with Heaven, I’m sure! I do realize that this is just a metaphor. I love your play with “trans / mission” — change of state of relationship. I love the ending too – she does, indeed need a tow.

  3. Shawna says:

    I love what you do with titles, turning meaning on its head. The pulling is over. I give up/in, just let my body be jerked around.

    I think this is excellent: “neither of them has spoken for a couple.” If no one stands up and demands that this couple, this marriage, be fought for, then it will just fade away.

    plate-I’ves come streaming out/in … a plate of selfishness served to both and by both; this relationship isn’t going anywhere if this keeps up; he must “[look to the] sky to play her something new.”

    This is my favorite part:
    “and a pen
    -chant for chili cheese Fritos
    and jerk

    “There’s no telling” … She doesn’t even have friends to confide in. And at this point, she’s just shutting down, not even talking to him.

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