My Poetry, Stolen Away

By Jacqueline Austin

My poetry had been stolen away and I needed to go on a journey to retrieve it.

I got into my car--a 2008 Toyota Camry.  I was just about to put the car into reverse--I always put the car in reverse--when someone flung open the passenger door, and got in.

I couldn’t identify my unwanted companion.  And the car broke down almost immediately.  My unwanted companion followed me out of the car.  Together, we walked, hand in unaffectionate hand, down a weedy treacherous slope, descending into the dark by the side of a roaring freeway.  There was no path--just rocks, garbage and glass--and my unwanted companion’s feet kept skittering, trying not to slide.

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