#Poetry Wed: “My Mother’s Cars” by Alison Jarvis

the cold. Her cars. Her famously
bad driving.
My cousin Tommy once rode
a hundred miles on the floor
because he was too terrified to chance
a look out the window. Even my husband,
my new, second, husband,
whose calm, judicious nature
my mother and I both loved,
threatened to jump out the door
on her high speed town tour.
The new city hall! The municipal pool!
My mother applying lipstick
in the rearview!…”

Read the rest of the poem at Upstreet Magazine (pdf)