You’re Gonna Want To Drive When You Go

Try to get the call on a Tuesday as the sun slides down behind Chick Clark hill.  You’ll need travelling time to think, so you’re gonna want to drive when you go.

When you get there, there will be flowers and food and best dresses.  There will be ties that have long gone untied.  Hard ground will be opened and then closed again. 

Try to take leave before noontime, and drive with your brothers to Red Brush Creek.  You’ll want to remember the open ground closed and the who of he not present, and you’re gonna want to swim.  You are going to want to drink a little.  And you might want to cry.  

Boy, how you might want to cry.

5 Responses to “You’re Gonna Want To Drive When You Go”

  1. Amazing-
    the scenes, the sadness.
    You’re writing makes life make sense.

    When my dad died, i remember having fun at the wake- cousins, long lost aunts and uncles, hugs, love, food; then the quiet outside in the tire swing and finally feeling free to cry.

    If only we could be directed, not only in mourning but love, living…

  2. dissimulacra Says:

    to drive, yes, and to cry.
    to be. all is to be.

  3. Oh. My heart hurts.

    Beautifully worded. Very Lorrie Moore (one of the highest compliments I can pay you, IMHO).

    thanks for saying that, Julia. i very much appreciate you coming by and bringing such a sweet compliment with you. 😉

  4. I like the way you write.

    I am sorry for your loss.

    thank you.

  5. Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation 🙂 Anyway … nice blog to visit.

    cheers, Uncrystallized!!

    thank you for your visit as well as your comment. this is such a brief synopsis, perhaps the point has yet to crystallize…

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