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Posted by Jai Narayan on September 21, 2004, at 19:51:48
I get into the car and buckle the seat belt
my lips form the words of protection
1500 pounds of metal wraps around my tiny body
Her foot presses on the pedal that releases gas into the engine
that's right I am not driving
my life is in her hands today
We pull out of the parking lot
the wheels like fingers snapping a rapid beat
sing a song of my trust
we move over the black top with tar striping
the weight of our vehicle pressing the bubbles to breaking
this could be a ride to oblivion
I could wake up with my legs broken
my heart skipping
the metal pressing the life out of my husband
Yes it does frighten me
this impermanence
it's all way too fragile
Please god of the road don't take me too soon
the exhaust fumes are the travelers incense
I see a beautiful figure rising in the morning sky
it swirls and dances on the dew
the rays of this Egyptian god rises
we shade our eyes
coffee vapors filling our nostrils
I want to stop and scream
way over the top
I dig my nails into my arm
pain may distract me
my mind just can't release the impending accident
the coming pain
Will I be able to walk again
she is wearing perfume that makes my nose run
it smells like a funeral home
We talk about how someone in the building
smeared feces all over the toilet
we chat about her mother, sister, brother...lover
the earth, the trees, hunting season
we talk so much I could vomit
I am nauseous
the gentle rock of the van side to side
the sudden stops and starts
I chew my crystalized ginger
will we ever get there
will we ever come home
I don't want to go
But I can't stay home
what a pickle
always the choices
some are good some bad...
Jai
Posted by saw on September 22, 2004, at 1:55:43
In reply to my life is in her hands today, posted by Jai Narayan on September 21, 2004, at 19:51:48
Ouch. This was painfully scary for me.
Sabrina
Posted by Atticus on September 22, 2004, at 10:39:21
In reply to my life is in her hands today, posted by Jai Narayan on September 21, 2004, at 19:51:48
Hello Jai,
The density of description here is superb, extremely evocative of the experience. Yet what's more intriguing is the terror evoked by relinquishing control over your life to another. It's something I've wrestled with for a long time myself. I wonder, though, if we ever really have the control over our destinies that we so desperately want to believe we do, even when we are the ones at the wheel guiding the vehicles of the lives that envelop us. ;) Atticus
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