Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

I Should Have Chased That Brother Trucker

My friend Dawn always trash talks in a mean way
To hear her you would think she is the world’s largest bully.
All of this fierceness is blatant fabrication on speed.
She is one who cannot do confrontation.
Except on the phone in a braggadocio way.

That brother trucker! She says. I should have followed him.
I should have bumped his white Chevy truck with my car.
I should have….
I smile, picturing her contorted ninety-six-year-old face.
I should have…..

I ordered a metal bat, she told me.
It will be here tomorrow.
I smile at this too.
The last twelve things she has ordered on line
She has returned, totally dissatisfied.

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L Milton Hankins June 17, 2022 at 11:11 AM I love that phrase "brother trucker." Sounds like an apt euphemism for a ninety-six-year-old. I may adopt it for myself. L Milton Hankins June 17, 2022 at 9:40 PM Yeah, sure, blame it on Trixie! Caren Krutsinger June 17, 2022 at 2:44 PM You may borrow it of course; it was Trixie's idea.