beryl raven


 

Sky Blue ‘68

 
 
I knew when I got that phone call this dragon lady was on my case reckoning to save what ain't hers to save anyhow having give him up years back threw him loose like a sack of beans for a contractor dude- ugly-face bastard building a house next door- good in bed though she said knew all the moves a woman wants including twisted nipples and what have you her wild-eyed self threatening me with a shotgun to the head if I didn't leave him be at that very moment I found the lord that is to say my brain was rattling 'round my head slamming itself into the sides of my skull like some crazy pinball any man even a good one like the one she cast off ain't worth getting my brains blowed out made a quick phone call to his place outskirts 'a LA stunted palm trees mottled dry grass and a sleeze-bag landlord last time I was there saw way too much of his white hairy belly rolling over his belt him just sniffing around daughter answers the one her she-devil mother threw out of the house age twelve for flaunting her big boobs at all the men planted her there at his place hoping to spy our every move him and me we planned a gettaway 'course boobs tattled to dragon-mom who threatened to drop off five more of her kids and a shitzu I thought about ending it then and there no matter this guy was all eye-candy looking like a cross between Sylvester Stallone and Hulk Hogan all buff and blue-eyed just took away my breath couldn't wait to get my hands on him and his on me couldn't see how we were going to pull this one off with six kids a mutt plus a shotgun on the way this is one true lost cause nothing for it but to make a quick skedaddle seeing the dust coming on the fly he drives north in his sky-blue '68 t so's we can meet up at the seashore motel greenish paint flaking off 'round the edges drink bottles of cheap champagne enjoy a meeting of the minds so to speak knowing this might be the last of it and it was later on heard he was picked up on a DUI not the first time I guessed thrown in the slammer call me bat-shit crazy in love but not stupid as a cow broke up after that but still craving him like a fool on dope likta' went bonkers on those warm summer nights with the moon shining its temptations knowing he was only a few hours away by sky-blue '68
 

Beryl is an experienced writer of short prose, poetry and prose poetry, based in New Mexico and Portland Oregon, recent literary connections: Stephanie Adams-Santos- Literary Arts in Portland, Leonore Hildebrandt- University of Maine. Beryl moderates a writing group in Silver City New Mexico. All submitted works are unpublished originals.

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