Getting Back at Someone

Is best done
By throwing something of theirs
Out of a moving car
To languish by the side of the roadway

Something that comes as a set
One piece of a pair
The left glove
Or the right cowboy boot
The thinking goes
That nobody would steal
Just one
Of something that needed its mate in order to be useful

So they won't suspect
That the disappearance is anything
But accidental
Bad luck on their part

Which is what is was
The day she met me
And then casually chucked me out the window
Of a foolish orange Thunderbird
To tumble at the feet of indifferent pedestrians on the weedy banks of highway 85

JD Frey -- December 30, 2002


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