Justin Kern CC Classifieds: Used Car, High Mileage When the stickers had been scraped off and everything dull was shiny again it almost looked like it wasn’t ours. But the persistent drip of melted crayon, dark blue against the grey, resistant to all scrubbing, spoke of the years it had cradled my babies taken all of their sticky-fingered abuse tucked their candy wrappers in its back pocket and picked up the muddy shoes they kicked off. I took for granted the gift of its body, stalwart between my little family and the monsoons, uncomplaining in the thankless role of work horse. It wasn’t until after the divorce that I actually named him, when, years ago, we bonded over tears in the parking lot after the fracturing of my family was official. He made an unspoken promise to carry me when I could not walk, protect me when I was weak, and be my partner in moving forward. He didn’t falter until my children were no longer babies and still he would not let go of the melted crayon. Not even after I handed him over to some oily stranger at a gas station parking lot in exchange for a wad of hundred dollar bills as if all he ever was was a car. Marianne Hales Harding is a poet, essayist, and playwright living in a small town in the western United States. She has been published in Dialogue, Segullah, Helicon West, and Rocky Mountain Runners. Her work has been produced across the U.S. and her award-winning play Hold Me was adapted for film. She is honored to influence young writers at three universities and co-founded Provo Poetry, a non-profit dedicated to bringing poetry into the community at large. |
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