Tammy and i sit
in the back of an old Ford Econoline
watching the sun
dip below a far horizon,
the Pacific roils
upon the shore,
and the night air
begins to sing.
her belly thickens
with someone’s
child, it can’t be mine,
i no longer possess that skill.
sleep comes fitfully,
my shoulder cloying
and cramped.
dreams into nightmares.
i wake in the chill of
my hotel room
at the Hotel Arcata.
it’s already Thursday
morning
and my flight leaves
at 6 am.
in the back of an old Ford Econoline
watching the sun
dip below a far horizon,
the Pacific roils
upon the shore,
and the night air
begins to sing.
her belly thickens
with someone’s
child, it can’t be mine,
i no longer possess that skill.
sleep comes fitfully,
my shoulder cloying
and cramped.
dreams into nightmares.
i wake in the chill of
my hotel room
at the Hotel Arcata.
it’s already Thursday
morning
and my flight leaves
at 6 am.
jck hnry is a writer/publisher/editor, based in southeastern california. recent publications include: Deuce Coupe, Rye Whiskey Review, Razur Cuts, Cajun Mutt, Dissident Voices, Horror Sleaze Trash, Bold Monkey, Red Fez, dope fiend daily and a bunch of other noble zines and journals. Books include: “With the Patience of Monuments (neoPoesis) ,” “Crunked, (Epic Rites)” and the upcoming "Driving w/Crazy (Punk Hostage Press, 2020).” hnry is also editor and publisher of Heroin Love Songs and 1870. for more go to jackhenry.wordpress.com.
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