Worse For Wear by Wanda Morrow Clevenger

we have lost track of
how many doctor referrals
and quasi-interested parties
threw in the towel

still every so often we
tested the waters, for
his sake mostly, not
coaxing a goddamn miracle
was never gonna come
—I’d since given up on
ancient sorcery

it wasn’t his fault
he flew out
that 4th floor window
when he gallantly
can’t remember
trying to save me

after another gallant effort
I’d lay my head
on his shoulder
shuttered in defeat
relieved this one memory
remains blank

he holds me for a while,
our consolation prize
for ending up
worse for wear,
then gets up to go for a drive
I wait for the crunch of
truck tires on rock
and try not to cry

Wanda Morrow Clevenger
Wanda Morrow Clevenger is a Carlinville, IL native. Over 365 pieces of her work appear in 131 print and electronic publications. Her debut book This Same Small Town in Each of Us released in October of 2011. She is currently polishing a full-length poetry manuscript.

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