A three day trip
A torn plastic booth
White stuffing protruding
From the wound.
Bandaged haphazardly with silver tape
The aroma of stirring coffee with a spoon
On day 16.
Fills my nose
But my mind is still on
Six driving hours and two time changes
Misty droplets roll in from the lake
The fog horn is not the sound
Which concerns me.
“I am four years old
The year I learn to lie,”
Says my little companion.
Elsa always told me
“Don’t get attached”
What else do you need?
“Pink marshmallow mountains”
You had a bowl of ice cream
I had a glass of tequila and lime.
We drive down Highway 90
The bridge from old life to new.
I grip the wheel and think about
All the times I have driven on this road
Where I was going and how
A boy started the whole thing.
Tammy L. Breitweiser writes, walks, inspires, and teaches. She is the conjurer of everyday magic with short concise poems and stories. Her fiction has been published in Gone Lawn, Cabinets of Heed, Spelk, Five on the Fifth, Clover and White, Fiction Berlin Kitchen, Shorts Magazine, and Elephants Never. She is the lead moderator for the Sarah Selecky Centered community and a teacher for the school. You can connect with Tammy through IG @inspiretammyb.
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