The Wild Slide

Her hormones fled the coop on scalding tires. Motel maids were her sisters, bars her occupation, a place to work on the aerobics of hope. He was a hazard in her side-view mirror, a pileup that followed her home. Hitched to a double-wide, they took the long slide in a downhill race. Both rode their desires in a raw rodeo. He anointing her with his pity-me seed, she dispensing self-hate in Dixie cups. Authentic feelings waned, emotions were stored in freezer bags, kept on ice. For months they clawed their way out of a bad country song, until the band broke up.