A Poem For Sunday

Apr 28 2013 @ 6:51pm

oldtruck

“Twenty-Year Marriage” by Ai:

You keep me waiting in a truck
with its one good wheel stuck in the ditch,
while you piss against the south side of a tree.
Hurry. I’ve got nothing on under my skirt tonight.
That still excites you, but this pickup has no windows
and the seat, one fake leather thigh,
pressed close to mine is cold.
I’m the same size, shape, make as twenty years ago,
but get inside me, start the engine;
you’ll have the strength, the will to move.
I’ll pull, you’ll push, we’ll tear each other in half.
Come on, baby, lay me down on my back.
Pretend you don’t owe me a thing
and maybe we’ll roll out of here,
leaving the past stacked up behind us;
old newspaper’s nobody’s ever got to read again.

(From The Collected Poems Of Ai © 1973 by Ai. Used by permission of W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. Photo by Flickr user Xiong)