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Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed  " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof open,
(Annie Lennox groveling on the CD player),
reckless noon rays on my chin,
wind on ticklish, naked nape ...
Damn, who cares? I am 19 again?

Shuffling into the 7-Eleven Store
beside the Shell gas station 
(With a free wind shield clean-up),
I draw out some bucks for a Philip Morris pack
and a two bottles of  beer, plus a Dorito
( the barbecue flavor , please)…
Ain’t a drinker; a smoker on occasion,
but I feel like being reckless and 
slightly rebellious ;
I lock the door prepping up for an untamed  ride.

Grabbing a spray of cologne mist
and red-violet lipstick from  the tote,
my irises roll from the lane to the side mirror,
as I slowly dunk the beer, icy and bubbly
zooming away with hands laughing on the wheels.

Nobody knows me in this place; my ribs shout silently:
This is just all for me; just now, I’ll be.
This is just between me and the edge of a free road.
This is about my navel breathing fire and ice,
It’s about touching danger fast without reason or fuzz
Because later, all this smooth craziness will soon pass.

Back to the same home trail, I rip the cigarette sticks,
slide  the unused bottle in my bag
before wiping the red on lips with the Dorito foil…

“ Mommy, Mommy… where have you been?”
I smile as if my skin had chased a tornado…
Dumping the beer on the back porch, 
My hand is cleansed by some kind of holy water,
And  I start to hug my mischievous girl...
Then off I start to roll the plates on the sinking sink.

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Celebrating My Faves Contest
For Andrea Dietrich--Faved by Sponsor
Reposted 4/24/2016

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