81. Maxine (Myshkin, 2020) · free verse
“I’m not stupid,” she keeps repeating.
Did someone call her that?
Yes, her 83-year old boyfriend.
The cigarette she had been smoking
While crying
Falls in the dirt by the side of the road
And she just lets it be.
My insides are still churning
From all that I heard
And cannot unhear
And cannot stop thinking about.
She is crying and smoking,
Leaning against a roadside fence
I stop to see if she needs help.
The car is okay. She is not.
She just needs a friend,
Someone to hear her story.
I open my heart and listen.
She is fifty-nine, going on ten,
Still feeling like a little girl on the inside.
She moved from Kansas to these mountains
To be with her sister,
Who then died in a car accident.
Today, one brother
Was diagnosed with cancer,
The same colon cancer
That took her other brother.
Three siblings within one year!
These, incidentally,
Are the same
Older brothers
Who molested her when she was nine.
“I never got to be a virgin!” she cries.
“I believe in the Lord...
But why did he allow that?”
It’s not fair. Gut punch.
Addicted to heroin for 17 years,
Sober for 18
Thanks to 12 steps and God,
The same God that six months ago
Would not take her,
When she wished to die
And flipped her car.
She’s been so bad,
Selling her body as a prostitute,
And other things.
She wonders why God still loves her.
I mention a Kris Kristofferson country song I love.
“He knows God,” she says.
We sing softly, together.
“Why me, Lord?
What have I ever done
To deserve even one…”
She calls me sir,
She doesn’t want to get in trouble with the law
(Whatever that means).
Where is she sleeping tonight?
In her car, a white Oldsmobile
She shares with Buck,
A sweet deaf bulldog,
Unwanted by anyone else but her.
Forty-five minutes later,
I say my goodbyes,
I put my number in her phone,
Correcting the digits her shaky fingers mistyped.
The friend she was trying to meet
Pulls up: “Thank you, brother.”
"Will she be okay?" I ask stupidly.
He gets into her car,
His SUV has someone else in it,
Both cars drive off
With missing license plates.
Friday, November 6, 2020 — Show Low, AZ
From Angels, Earthworms & Guitars