Traveling Highway Forty, by Amy Wilson

Pink sin­gle-wide
plopped in a pas­ture
that hous­es my favorite bill­board,
“Cur­tis Watson’s Cat­fish Restau­rant:
Free Corn­bread Bas­ket.”

I used to drink whiskey every time I ate cat­fish
Vern shares.

Vern, Lucille
last table
Delta Café.

Hop in
Vern says,
jumper cables
not churn­ing
my truck bat­tery
one iota.

Junior year
’02,
I left a keg par­ty
for a guy
liv­ing in a cow field
just like this one
where Cur­tis Wat­son
lives.

Futon thrown on green shag,

Sad­dle up on top

ride me like a stud

not some Clydes­dale

and say ‘Fuck’

Fuck my twat Dwayne.’

Wing-Nut
the Ger­man Shep­herd
gnaw­ing on Spam,
Wing Nut’s turds
the size of ash trays.Mom’s boyfriend, RJ,
pee­ing in our show­er,

Saves toi­let paper,”
RJ pinch­ing my ass
boobs, thighs
dai­ly.

II.

Fire­lake Indi­an Casi­no exit,
Lucille says
if she, Vern
still “booz­ers-deluxe-o”
they’d be at home
bust­ing each other’s noses.

I frac­tured Vern’s wrist

a black-out.

Stabbed my arm

a knit­ting nee­dle

think­ing my arm

was Vern’s–

that’s when we found recov­ery.

I stayed in Dwayne’s trail­er three days.
Dwayne’s Grand­ma
chain smok­ing Win­stons
from her wheel­chair,
adult dia­per
not changed dur­ing
Cops, All My Chil­dren
cuz she’d bite.

McCloud Exit,
Lucille gifts
Wheat Chex-pret­zel mix,
Me, Vern, Lucille,
I-Trav­eled-To-Hell
club mem­bers,
invis­i­ble t-shirts
safe­ty orange,
“ Sur­vivor”
etched in red.

Amy Susan Wil­son has recent­ly pub­lished in South­ern Women’s Review, South­ern
Lit­er­ary Review, Cyber­soleil, Dead Mule, Crosstim­bers, Red Riv­er Review, The Lit­er­ary Lawyer, Red Dirt Review, and in oth­er sim­i­lar pub­li­ca­tions. Amy Susan is the Founder and Pub­lish­er of Red Truck Review: A Forum of South­ern Lit­er­a­ture and Cul­ture, forth­com­ing Sep­tem­ber 2013; www​.face​book​.com/​r​e​d​t​r​u​c​k​r​e​v​iew. Amy lives in Shawnee, Okla­homa, one of the world’s few towns that boasts both an oper­a­tional K-Mart and go-cart race track adja­cent to June’s Sno-Cone Shak, Home of Nine­ty-Nine Fla­vors.

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