Jimmy’s Dad Had to Snag a Ride

 

Those voicemails

 

are melanomas upon the day, 

 

yet to be classified 

 

as malignant or benign. 

 

The car caught fire in the driveway. 

 

It was a total loss, 

 

but luckily the house didn’t burn.

 

So that’s why the bus this morning,

 

the dark-circled eyes, 

 

eau de gasoline,

 

phone buzzing,

 

haunted, 

 

lurching into uncertainty.

 

 

 

 

r h p   h o m e

 

 

T o d d   M e r c e r


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