horse, breeze, friend from Dale
Did You Ever Do Anything Stupid?
The parking meter wiggles
as we feed our coins into its
slit of a mouth so, when we return
to the car after shopping, we,
the six of us friends, having no
idea how the breeze of this idea
entered our heads, pull it out
of the soft ground and slide it into
the back of Donna's station wagon.
We cover it with a blanket to
disguise it as we drive through
town. It looks like a corpse lying
there, still and quiet. We giggle
all the way back to the motel where
we work as chambermaids for the summer.
Of course, we have no idea what
to do with it. We can hear coins
jingling inside but don't know how
to get them out and don't really
want to since we are not thieves.
We hide it in a closet off the kitchen
and there it stays for a month
until it becomes a secret almost
alive. We can hear it breathing in
there, growing. It whinnies like
a horse in its stall waiting to be
fed, waiting to be released, waiting.
Then, on a moonless night we
carry that heavy thing out to the
car and drive to the back of a dark
cemetery where we dump it
and leave it next to someone's
grave. We hold our breath as we
rush out of that scary place, turn
onto the road, crank up the radio,
and sing along in strong, sure voices.