you’re leaving again
I’m standing in the dusty road
of a seventy’s film, watching your
el camino spray gravel at my chucks
your cigarette flicked out the window,
your wedding ring gone. again.
not that I miss you.
but i wonder why it was so much easier
losing fathers than a mother
The Guess Who blares out your window
your eyes never look up from the road
because you’re angry
only and always angry
and I just happen to be there, every time
I walk the opposite direction in a cast of
browns and yellows
a 7/11 the only thing in sight
CCR plays as if it were a film
As long as I can see the light….
I tell myself to put my head up,
to raise myself
and I am my own mother
loving the girl I am
the woman I’ve tried to become
dreaming my dead father loves me
up in the sky in his plaid shirt
and dirty bell bottoms.
I walk til the end of the scene,
telling myself some people
aren’t worth keeping