But a Storm is Blowing From Paradise

Why I Want to Be a Tow Truck Driver

72 Why I Want to Be a Tow Truck Driver This body makes no uncommanded sounds. My reach? Unimaginably torpulent. See the snowclouds thrusting over the range like a cough, a hardpacked fist? This is how I come. Free of disguise. Because life is hard but also crisp and literary I come as an exotic vapor comes in a grove of nuts— when the devil in his hide of night has drawn himself up yards and yards, reaching like a chokechain. I tell you— I know my excellence. I am excellent at my job and I am excellent at you. What choice do you have but to believe anything I say? I gave a ride to a girl with her thumb 73 out like a lollipop caught in the summer rain and all I did to her was give her my card. I know every kind of sorry, can plot all form of survivorship curve. On time I come when your heart proves itself to be a licky-loo bomb in the razor dark when I matter the most. I see the sun and road for what they are—outbursts of slutty and grey. —after ZPH This page intentionally left blank. ...