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id="9a94">“How’s my car?” I asked. “Someone hit it.” “You’re joking, right?” “Sorry, no.”</p><h2 id="147c">five</h2><p id="4c7d"><i>Get Behind Me Satan, </i>driving around South Bend, <i>Icky Thump, Blunderbuss, </i>life changing — First heard here.</p><h2 id="0d18">six</h2><p id="f0c8">Crying, crying, crying, crying, a pain so unfamiliar, strong, and deep, tiny miracle in the back seat — so, this is PPD.</p><h2 id="c834">seven</h2><p id="748d">A Detroit Sunday morning, A goodbye kiss that burned until it bled in Grand Circus Park — Please, oh, please, let me see you again.</p><p id="a9ac"><i>Read more stories in this collaboration:</i></p><div id="5bc8" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/80f90aeec375"> <div>

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    </div><p id="7c37"><i>Many thanks to <a href="undefined">Ernio Hernandez</a> for a fabulous prompt!</i></p><p id="cb6d"><a href="https://readmedium.com/rachel-b-baxter-24fdf84ff143"><i>about me.</i></a></p><p id="6a38"><a href="https://readmedium.com/birthplace-and-ashes-db7982337b46"><i>Read more Rust Belt poetry…</i></a></p></article></body>

Sex & Cars

Seven Vignettes

2006 Volkswagen Rabbit

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“How’s morale this morning?” she asked. “Low…I hit a pole last night.”

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First kiss, future husband, get down low so they won’t see us — and, turn off the lights.

three

Bloody show, labor pains, put on pants, grab the keys, drive myself to the hospital only to be sent home for a few more hours that lasted a lifetime.

four

“How’s my car?” I asked. “Someone hit it.” “You’re joking, right?” “Sorry, no.”

five

Get Behind Me Satan, driving around South Bend, Icky Thump, Blunderbuss, life changing — First heard here.

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Crying, crying, crying, crying, a pain so unfamiliar, strong, and deep, tiny miracle in the back seat — so, this is PPD.

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A Detroit Sunday morning, A goodbye kiss that burned until it bled in Grand Circus Park — Please, oh, please, let me see you again.

Read more stories in this collaboration:

Many thanks to Ernio Hernandez for a fabulous prompt!

about me.

Read more Rust Belt poetry…

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