Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia
Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Life Up On Cinder Blocks
In the flickering-fog-forever-flare-lit
night
He steered
along a mud-crumbling shell road
Off Highway
225, through cracking towers
Day shift
to juke joint to the trailer park on the right
He’d catch
it for his two-Budweiser breath
Just two -
promise! That skinny girl who danced
Like she
was dancing just for him, green eyes
Shimmering
as seductively as a Shiner Beer
When he stepped
down he tripped on a cinder block
Left over
from setting up some steps to the door
She didn’t
look up as he flung his jacket over a chair
A sack of Dairy
Queen cold on the table
She was
sitting with a box where he kept his books
Artifacts
of a roadblocked freshman year -
Introduction
to College Algebra
Major
British Writers, Geology
Industrial
Engineering – and
asked
“Do you
think we can get anything out of these?”
She noted his
sudden hope, and broke him of that:
“I mean,
like, y’know, from a re-sale shop.”
