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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3932 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Coyote Ken Eddings a november daybreak in my sixth year in the back of my uncle's battered ford my sister clings to me and weeps silently uncle frank is not happy he furrows his brow and stares straight ahead he has been summoned from blessed sleep two hours away by the sheriff mama has run off drunk in the front seat aunt alice empties creamer packages into her coffee then stuffs them into the ashtray where, shortly, they will smolder outside across a frost-bleached meadow a coyote has climbed atop a haystack no one else will see him a moment breaks loose from time I feel myself there with the coyote I feel the cold hay beneath me I smell the crisp autumn air I watch the car slip past into the unknowable Aunt Alice keeps changing radio stations a wail is working it's way out of my sister I try to hold it in by squeezing her hands a whisp of smoke is curling from the ashtray uncle frank looks as if someone is twisting a knife in his gut any minute now all hell will break loose again |
