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ISSUE 6

Patrick Meeds

The Great American Car Crash

 

It’s an unteachable moment.

A constant do over. It’s the

last man on the moon and

the minor league home run king.

It’s real blood but canned laughter.

It’s being buried under thousands

of pounds of cotton candy.

It’s starting at the finish line

and leaving yourself behind.

It’s new year’s eve in February

and mother’s day on Mars.

It’s sleeping on eggshells

and walking on a bed of nails.

It’s dreaming all night of

throwing punches that never land.

It’s being in the hospital

and somewhere on your floor

there’s a guy who just won’t stop

screaming. It’s medicine that cures

you but only after it makes you

really sick first. It’s the Devil’s tritone

and Robert Johnson dying for our sins.

 

 

The Great American Car CrashPatrick Meeds
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Patrick Meeds lives in Syracuse, NY and studies writing at the Syracuse YMCA’s Downtown Writer’s Center. He has been previously published in Stone Canoe, New Ohio Review, Tupelo QuarterlyAtticus Review, Whiskey Island, Guernica, The Pinch, and Nine Mile Review, among others.

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