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11/23/11
by Meghan HelmichThe last time my mom had a stroke,
she blacked out and ran her car
into a McDonald's.
For me, it's always through guard rails
and off the side of the skyway
with a seatbelt that works too well
while I discover the belly of the bay
through my windshield. 11/25/2011 Posted on 11/25/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/25/11 at 05:06 PM That first stanza sure as hell got my attention. This has been a remarkable series. |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 11/25/11 at 10:55 PM mmmm the belly of the bay through your windshield. i really like that... |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 11/26/11 at 02:41 AM Stanza 2 = total zinger! |
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