Wild Seeds

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. The litter of their love was dumped on friends and cops. A shared habit for synthetic stimulants ensured court dates and warrants. Naturally, they pointed fingers, gambled on a better hand tomorrow. Authentic feelings waned, emotions were stored in freezer bags, kept on ice. They were no longer nice to each other, nor did they try, love blinked out in dulling eyes. They still made house together, but the magic had left for the circus, for months they clawed their way out of a bad country song, until the band broke up.