Open Road

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Leslie Vryenhoek

 

……….Get me out of here.

Out from one of your back-
to-myself retreats
in the foothills—almost
but not quite
in the Rockies.
The mountains (you told me
they told you) block energy,
shade
inner light.
You added something
about elucidation and
I thought possibly
(my guess, unsaid)
that conference rooms
cost more
in the mountains.

Just get me
……….out of here.
We’d been driving an hour
but the words were caught
in your throat.
You kept coughing them up.

That woman was a lifeblood
vampire.

The foothills long gone, the flatlands
before us, the sun at our backs and flax
in full bloom—and I was mystified
by this vampire.

……….It means you wouldn’t like it
……….either, the way she sucked
……….up all the energy, gave off
……….such a negative vibe. God
……….I’m tired.

Eyes closed, you leaned
your head against the window.
I contemplated the potential
for T-bone: a truck barrelling
off a side road, a deer
sprinting from the ditch to fill
your ear with its clarified
knee. But the road
was straight and clear
so I let the openness
fill my head instead. Besides,
I thought you should sleep.

I thought it would be good
to have you home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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