Not a Love Story (Jenny)
by Aaron Blair
Jenny liked tall tales.
In this one,
the red-haired girl
met a guard rail,
and it is not a love story.
It's more about blood,
about the quiet reverence
accompanying the breathing of a name.
It's about the fathers who should die,
but don't, only drink a little more,
blaming Camaros and mountain roads
and crying mostly for themselves.
The narrator says, in an aside,
"Jenny, I never liked you.
Now you're even dead where I failed."
The audience can only be silent.
Dirt in the mouth and a broken neck.
Jenny liked tall tales
and I saved this best one for last.
Author's Note: About my cousin, who died a few months ago, in a car accident.
Posted on 05/15/2006
Copyright © 2023 Aaron Blair
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/15/06 at 12:41 PM|
Very powerful- intense imagery- not a pretty tale, but one that needed to be told. I applaud you for this hard write.
|Posted by Lauren Singer on 11/04/06 at 06:41 AM|
what violect crucial imagery in here. took me several seconds to regain composure, and thats a good thing. brava.
|Posted by Mo Couts on 07/01/11 at 01:04 AM|
Damn. This left me gasping for air...and I had to read it a few times to get the full effect, but wow, Aaron, wow, what a tale.