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Snowfall

August 15, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
147 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me


Whiny old tires glue the sleepy truck driver to the road. In the hotel, there is a broken air conditioner wheezing and hacking away. The TV is playing a show about bird fossils. At the broken-wheel truck stop where he goes, a chapped-lip lady with tightly permed eyes comes to greet his truck, roller-skating out into the parking lot. Chips and huge chicken legs grind up in his broken-toothed mouth. The waitress collects bones. Last night, he dreamed he saw farmhouse lights—he dreamed it was Christmas Eve at his old place. He dreamed of his pregnant wife eating plum pudding by the yule log. That was many years ago, and nothing is real to him anymore. Nothing matters. He robs the rulebooks in the Berkshires. He gets out of his truck and cries into the snowfall. The lazy moon above him is tiny silver, like an embryo. For a while, there is no world. Just a crying truck driver, the moon, and snow.



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on Aug. 26 2021 at 4:47 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

my grandpa was a truck driver. not a sad one, tho