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a poem by Michele Kim Jenkins
pit stop
we sit at the base of a mountain range
named by perverse french explorers.
laughing, coughing.
sun on our faces, cameras in our hands,
tar in our lungs, joy in our eyes.
driving countless hours, breathing stale air,
sleeping in shifts, living an american tradition,
we sit.
we take drags on our cigarettes, we realize
the world is much bigger than we thought it
should be.
& we cling to these golden moments of our
last summer as children,
we resist the future with nicotine & inside jokes,
we pretend like life as we know it won't end in
five days.
named by perverse french explorers.
laughing, coughing.
sun on our faces, cameras in our hands,
tar in our lungs, joy in our eyes.
driving countless hours, breathing stale air,
sleeping in shifts, living an american tradition,
we sit.
we take drags on our cigarettes, we realize
the world is much bigger than we thought it
should be.
& we cling to these golden moments of our
last summer as children,
we resist the future with nicotine & inside jokes,
we pretend like life as we know it won't end in
five days.
© by Michele Kim Jenkins
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010