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“The Car”
Zoe sat in her
dad’s other car
the one that doesn’t
run
and has been parked
in the front of
the house for
the last five years
his project car
he would tell her,
she lays across
the front bench seat
of the car
her head
resting against a
wadded up hoodie
on the passenger
door arm rest
her long legs
reaching the open
driver’s side window
her bare feet
sticking out
as she listens to
music
off her cell phone
which she has
positioned over
her belly button
on her bare
stomach
her thin tee shirt
pulled all the way
up her chest
covering only her
bra
trying to get
as much air
as possible
circulating around
her bare skin
on this hot
summer day,
at fifteen
she has nothing
but time to burn
her dad’s at work
and she has the
house to herself
but she prefers
hanging out in
this car
it has been her
clubhouse
for the last
five years
more like an office
for this last year
planning out
all her days
or how to waste
her nights
most of her friends
don’t even call
to see if she’s home
they just look
into the car
or for her feet
to be sticking
out,
she stares at the
blue upholstery
up above her
as her play list
always seems to
keep pumping out
just the right song
for her ever revolving
moods,
over the years
she has spent
countless hours
looking into that
blue teal
fabric sea
as her mind
churns through
all those thoughts
that are constantly
bombarding
a girl her age
even taking boys
out of the equation
at fifteen
their always seems
to be a lot
to think about,
her eyes
breakaway from
the car ceiling
looking down at
her phone
still resting on
her flat stomach
trying to read
an incoming text
without moving her
head
one of her friends
heard of a party
somewhere on the
other side of the
San Jose valley
it’s a college party
so you have to be
eighteen
to get in
so wear what ever
works to make you
look older
both girls were
the same age
but her friend
has really filled out
this last year
so that last remark
was only meant
for her
she sends back
her two word reply
“I’m in”,
she closes her eyes
letting the next song
penetrate in to her
head
as she starts building
a cover story
for her dad
better to go with
some kind of
sleep over plan
this way her dad
won’t be waiting up
for her to get home
and it also gives her
a big buffer of time
to find a way out
of any kind of trouble
she might find
herself in,
with her eyes
still closed
she starts trying on
different kinds
of outfits
in her mind
straddling that thin line
between Hot and Sluty
wanting to attract
attention tonight
but the right kind
of attention
and not all of it
at once
all she needs to do
is get a guy
within three feet
of her
and her charm
and personality
will take over
from there,
but if you asked
her friends about
her charm and
personality
they’d all tell you
it’s something
much more special
and deeper
than any of the
surface traits
she might be
showing you
a few will say
it’s her charisma
but most will
tell you
they have never met
anyone as unique
and dynamic
as her
or found a word
complex enough
to describe her
and that three
feet rule of hers
to capture your
attention
well,
her friends would
just laugh
if you let yourself
look into those eyes
of hers from across
a crowded room
three feet or not
you’ll be hooked
wanting to know
all you can
about that girl,
she reaches into
the car’s glovebox
without turning
her head
grabs one of the
Halloween sized
candy bars
she left in there
yesterday
the tiny candy bar
is soft and mushy
to the touch
the heat from
the sun
turning the chocolate
confection
in to a sticky pudding
she doesn’t give it
a second thought
just tears the top
off the wrapper
and like a tube
of tooth paste
she puts her finger
and thumb
at the bottom
of the wrapper
and slides the
whole gooey mess
straight into her mouth…
Tom Allen…05-29-2018…
Zoe sat in her
dad’s other car
the one that doesn’t
run
and has been parked
in the front of
the house for
the last five years
his project car
he would tell her,
she lays across
the front bench seat
of the car
her head
resting against a
wadded up hoodie
on the passenger
door arm rest
her long legs
reaching the open
driver’s side window
her bare feet
sticking out
as she listens to
music
off her cell phone
which she has
positioned over
her belly button
on her bare
stomach
her thin tee shirt
pulled all the way
up her chest
covering only her
bra
trying to get
as much air
as possible
circulating around
her bare skin
on this hot
summer day,
at fifteen
she has nothing
but time to burn
her dad’s at work
and she has the
house to herself
but she prefers
hanging out in
this car
it has been her
clubhouse
for the last
five years
more like an office
for this last year
planning out
all her days
or how to waste
her nights
most of her friends
don’t even call
to see if she’s home
they just look
into the car
or for her feet
to be sticking
out,
she stares at the
blue upholstery
up above her
as her play list
always seems to
keep pumping out
just the right song
for her ever revolving
moods,
over the years
she has spent
countless hours
looking into that
blue teal
fabric sea
as her mind
churns through
all those thoughts
that are constantly
bombarding
a girl her age
even taking boys
out of the equation
at fifteen
their always seems
to be a lot
to think about,
her eyes
breakaway from
the car ceiling
looking down at
her phone
still resting on
her flat stomach
trying to read
an incoming text
without moving her
head
one of her friends
heard of a party
somewhere on the
other side of the
San Jose valley
it’s a college party
so you have to be
eighteen
to get in
so wear what ever
works to make you
look older
both girls were
the same age
but her friend
has really filled out
this last year
so that last remark
was only meant
for her
she sends back
her two word reply
“I’m in”,
she closes her eyes
letting the next song
penetrate in to her
head
as she starts building
a cover story
for her dad
better to go with
some kind of
sleep over plan
this way her dad
won’t be waiting up
for her to get home
and it also gives her
a big buffer of time
to find a way out
of any kind of trouble
she might find
herself in,
with her eyes
still closed
she starts trying on
different kinds
of outfits
in her mind
straddling that thin line
between Hot and Sluty
wanting to attract
attention tonight
but the right kind
of attention
and not all of it
at once
all she needs to do
is get a guy
within three feet
of her
and her charm
and personality
will take over
from there,
but if you asked
her friends about
her charm and
personality
they’d all tell you
it’s something
much more special
and deeper
than any of the
surface traits
she might be
showing you
a few will say
it’s her charisma
but most will
tell you
they have never met
anyone as unique
and dynamic
as her
or found a word
complex enough
to describe her
and that three
feet rule of hers
to capture your
attention
well,
her friends would
just laugh
if you let yourself
look into those eyes
of hers from across
a crowded room
three feet or not
you’ll be hooked
wanting to know
all you can
about that girl,
she reaches into
the car’s glovebox
without turning
her head
grabs one of the
Halloween sized
candy bars
she left in there
yesterday
the tiny candy bar
is soft and mushy
to the touch
the heat from
the sun
turning the chocolate
confection
in to a sticky pudding
she doesn’t give it
a second thought
just tears the top
off the wrapper
and like a tube
of tooth paste
she puts her finger
and thumb
at the bottom
of the wrapper
and slides the
whole gooey mess
straight into her mouth…
Tom Allen…05-29-2018…