You’ve seen her before
serving greasy fried potatoes at Denny’s,
cleaning rooms at Motel 6, or
selling gas and cigarettes at Mini-Mart.
One day she’ll marry a boy
Who stacks lumber at Home Depot,
lays carpet or drives a tow truck
and knows how to fix her Monte Carlo.
They’ll have a wedding with keg beer,
then a divorce, a couple of babies in between.
After that she’ll get a sitter on Fridays,
go out with her girlfriends to have a few beers,
shoot some pool, listen to Keith Urban
on the jukebox and dance with a new boy
who’s building a monster truck
in his mother’s back yard.
Having grown up in rural Michigan, David Jibson now lives in Ann Arbor where he is an associate editor of Third Wednesday, a literary arts journal, a member of The Crazy Wisdom Poetry Circle and The Poetry Society of Michigan. He is retired from a long career in Social Work, most recently with a Hospice agency. He sees “story” as the most important element of his poems.