25 April 2009 | Vol. 9, No. 1
Supper at the Flying J
After we made sugar cookies, I wasn't sure what we should do.
I nearly bought you a depression-glass decanter.
Or, mint to peach: every inexpensive brand of schnapps and every flavor.
That he died in public makes it worse:
privacy folded inside out
like his black socks in the suitcase on the seat-rack.
It's like us to have imagined we could work in the car.
Every long-distance hauler in the parking lot
has a web address on its back flap,
and it's the hour
when you can see through plate glass both directions equally.
If you think you'll cry, let's not both of us do it here.
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About the author:
Collier Nogues was recently the Fishtrap Writer-in-Residence in Wallowa County, Oregon, six hours east of her home in Portland. Her first book will be published in Spring 2011 by Four Way Books, and poems of hers have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Pleiades, jubilat, Barrow Street, Washington Square, and Third Coast.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Collier Nogues at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 9, No. 1, where "Supper at the Flying J" ran on April 25, 2009. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
