Greetings Six Sundayers! I hope you are all winding down a great weekend. Today’s post is an excerpt from my poem, “Don’t Abandon Your Baby”.
Six Sentence Sunday:
I was almost killed by the county coroner, at that vortex where the 405 merges with the 101. You know what I mean, where you wanna blink,but know you don’t have the time, where you know the road’s grated wrong but the DOT figures the pavement’s gonna resettle after the big one anyway so why fix it now. I was behind his wide white sedan with its slick silver fat fenders wrapped round chunky backseat doors that you just know have one of those master locks that gives the driver control, but this guy doesn’t need that cause hey he’s the coroner so he’s God himself standing between the living and the dead. I was tailgating if you must know, but that’s the only way to get anywhere in this town, and suddenly he stopped short and I was so so so close to breaking through that fourth wall,right splat onto the pavement – Ginger Chan would’ve had to call a sig alert – and falling onto the coroner’s big baby blue block letter bumper sticker, the one that says “Don’t Abandon Your Baby”, right under where “CORONER” is written in all black caps on that wide sedan, white as a wedding limo or an undertaker’s handkerchief. I didn’t abandon my baby. I was abandoned by my baby, on one of those glum November mornings when even the sun wants to slope below the horizon and the world is all slanty cause somebody forgot to tell Mother Nature about daylight savings time dis dis disappearing into the distance and the streets are full of old Halloween candy wrappers rotting like corpses.
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