Confessions

On the outskirts of Wichita
His middle-aged hand
Steers the wheel too loosely

They hit a bump
And words scatter
Around the stick shift
Of his conspicuous new truck

~~

And she relives
The thump of that cat~
How she never went back

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17 thoughts on “Confessions

  1. I agree; “words scatter around the stick shift” is a brilliant piece of imagery. So the cat didn’t come back the very next day, then? Or did I misinterpret that last line? Either way, poor cat 😦

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