Driving Home After Drying Out by Antonia Clark

Towns I’ve never heard of pop up
on exits — Temperance, Dryden.
No one risks a joke. My mother
insists on music — loud AM
country, full of losers, heartache,
hard living. The words, she says, just
kill me. I read the warning signs
ahead: Caution. Slippery When Wet.

3 Responses to “Driving Home After Drying Out by Antonia Clark”

  1. Antonia Clark works for a medical software company in Burlington, Vermont, and is co-administrator of an online poetry workshop, The Waters. Recent poems have appeared in The 2River View, Anderbo, Apparatus Magazine, The Cortland Review, Soundzine, Umbrella, and elsewhere. She loves French food and wine, and plays French café music on a sparkly purple accordion.

  2. I could feel your poem.

  3. Lynne Hayes Says:

    Short.. sharp and leaves me saying to myself, “hell yeah”!

    Loved this little gem!!

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