Jalopy
Some men are Porsches. Sleek and silver, fine and riche, over the top, on top. Well-oiled machines. Some are folksy, vans, Volkswagens, all rusty authenticity, flowery, free loving. Some guys are shy, slim, expensive, Audi, all feline Russian Blue. Some are hot blooded, top down, skylight seekers soaring through the sun. I’m looking for the one who painted polka dots on his jalopy at a demolition derby, proudly wore the runner up ribbon in his dungaree bib. It’s the tried and true, the dilapidated denim driver that does it for me. The soda sweet simplicity, hands up, hands down, crumpled hunk of burning love.
- © Lorette C. Luzajic 2021
Lorette C. Luzajic is a widely published writer of prose poetry and flash fiction. She is the editor of The Ekphrastic Review, a journal devoted to writing inspired by art.
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Lorette, fabulous! Yessssss :=D
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