Airports, of course. My
Boyfriend had a Cessna—he
Could loop the loop, but Sonny
Died in Dallas. He OD’ed.
Eighteen-wheelers pull right over
For a thumb, or flash of leg.
Greyhound bus is better.
Had to learn the hard way.
I learned though. Drove a
Jeepny in Manila for four months.
Kayaked on the Colorado.
Learned some more.
Motorcycled up to Machu Picchu.
Never crashed but once.
Ohio? Rode straight through it.
Pretty girls can always get a lift.
Qatar was weird. Damned camels spit
Right in your eye. They do. Don’t laugh.
Somewhere else is where I’m headed now.
Trains? Freight trains, love trains, the Eurostar.
Underground in London. Swiped a
Vespa in Milan. Bought a Bentley in Berlin.
What a crazy time I had in
Xanadu. I’ve looped the fucking loop.
Yeah, part of it is lies. The rest is true.
Zoneless, baby, nowhere, that’s my home
About the author
Janice D. Soderling has published poems, prose and translations in hundreds of journals and anthologies. She became a time traveler via her latest collection,…Read the full bio
Issue 19 · December 2013
Table of contents
- From the editors
- Postcard Prose