The Skid copyright 1978 by Tracy Marks | ||
maneuvering with the man in my life is like driving in a snowstorm without snow tires sliding gliding skating skidding down the highway at 15 mph the snow pouring from the sky like jam an inch an hour and no one to close the damn jar. snow-tired cardragons speed past me at 25 kicking up their tails of exhaust- ing labors the studs and scattering the sludge across my windshield. I strain to read blurred signs ahead - sudden fear as the car veers | ||
to the left, slides | ||
out from under me - |
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tiltawhirl days at the carnival
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