Woman with Chrysler Poem

Woman with Chrysler Poem

She smokes
slowly, like a bad
girl should. Imperial
plush and verve,
black over red,
with a smooth Detroit
rumble. Chrome
calls come
and get me.
I want
those headlights
half-hidden.
I want those taillights
that never
disappear. When she,
looks at me in that American,
way, I want to show her,
how burning I can be,
how young.

Jeremy Countryman
first published in LIT, vol. 1, no. 1, Spring/Summer 1999

Woman with Chrysler Poem

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