easy jesusA Poem by m.s.early
He saw the truck.
He swerved. A thousand familiar faces crowded his mind. Roland cut his name into a Birch tree, then a heart, and Regina at Palmor's point on senior skip day. They smoked pot and swam in the lake. He ran out of the road. The tires kicked up gravel; no shoulder. Not that he knew it, but it was RedEye, coming home from the hunt club. Chimny's 38th birthday at RiverRat's shop. E&J brandy (Easy Jesus). Possum and PWayne laughed like their lives depended on high volume. And we all sang with Walt. And Leslie sang for RiverRat on his pontoon boat dry docked there in the shop all night long. Hard pull to the right. He just could. not get it. under. control. Poor Boy told Cheerio apologetically, he didn't allow blacks in his yard. Squirrel waited with him on the side of the road while Buck ran inside. He was only in there a minute, but it was an eternity of shame and embarrassment before they left on their bicycles. *The phrase "heritage not hate" has always meant... bullshit.* He opened his eyes and it stung. The lights shined into the trees just a ways in front of where the truck stopped. His hands wiped his eyes and came back with blood and pieces of glass. The door wouldn't open until his shoulder forced it to. Taylor and Sherry were drunk when they left the party and they yelled and screamed in his truck until he stopped. Kicked her out. Drove off. In the snow. With heels. She walked five miles home. It started to sleet. Went in their house. Shot him in his back. his head, and his ankle. The day before Christmas Eve. RedEye's window was down. His head was laid over on his elbow resting in the window. Everything was perfectly... silent. © 2021 m.s.earlyReviews
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