Driving my New Car

It was a cool night in May

my brother’s birthday

and my sunroof off on the highway.

I picked up my girlfriends

to bring them back to 1984.

We bear the cross with our outings

leaving dishes and kids

in sink

husbands in disarray

wide-eyed and handing out cash

for popcorn and music legends.

Do you need consoling again?

All the time.

I sped to 1030 in a hurry

and cried in the front row

with a sore neck.

It’s like reliving Rocky Horror

at Vanier

and living through another first time.

 

I love all my firsts

and dread the last.

The view from Brossard is epic

over the bridge

but please drive my brand new car

I got that tingling sensation again

to anxious

to look down

so let the night

feel me up.

I imagine backseat limousines

and cab rides

where our hands are free

to touch each other.

This is what races

through my 110 km ride

off of the Montreal lights

as Purple Rain never runs

out of gas.

I never bore

and my friends joke

the author formerly known as Chrissy.

It seems that strangers can see through me

but

they believe what they read

and think that every you

is a living person

but most of the time

it is the dead

who speak to me more

than the living.

 

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6 thoughts on “Driving my New Car

  1. You took me on a wonderful ride with your words.Loved it ! 🙂 I liked the lines
    “We bear the cross with our outings
    leaving dishes and kids
    in sink
    husbands in disarray
    wide-eyed and handing out cash
    for popcorn and music legends.” These lines made me laugh 😀

    Liked by 1 person

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