Some of the best poems you'll read - Perigee
Some of the best poems you'll read - Perigee
Some of the best poems you'll read - Perigee
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"Magnolia and Maxine Heading South"<br />
by Tom Sheehan<br />
Every time <strong>the</strong> red Corvette passed a<br />
construction site, Magnolia tooted <strong>the</strong> horn and<br />
waved wildly, tossing and flipping her hair in<br />
<strong>the</strong> breeze or <strong>the</strong> draft, bouncing herself around<br />
in <strong>the</strong> Corvette seat.<br />
"They'll think about it all day and all night,<br />
honey," she said to Maxine, "and <strong>the</strong>y'll tell <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
buddies about it over drinks tonight, sitting up<br />
<strong>the</strong>re at <strong>the</strong> bar shooting <strong>the</strong>ir own brand <strong>of</strong><br />
dreams and hopes and good wishes and shit and<br />
shinola all rolled into one. Way <strong>the</strong>y do things.<br />
They'll have a nice night thinking 'bout what it<br />
coulda been today we out <strong>the</strong>re thumbing when<br />
that little Firebird flew on by us like some<br />
heav'nly star chariot, <strong>the</strong>m two goddamn<br />
angels sittin' proud up in it like <strong>the</strong>y wuz<br />
riper'n shit under a three holer. Most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m<br />
deserve it, hunks a men all at sweating up this<br />
world <strong>of</strong> ours, making it nicer right from <strong>the</strong><br />
ground up."<br />
When Magnolia one time caught Max looking<br />
sideways at her, she simply said, in a<br />
straightforward voice, "I'm real, girl. Real as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y come," and she laughed again at ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
inside joke, as if life was one great big show.<br />
Once, about to pass a huge chrome-laden<br />
Kenworth rig, baby-blue with white trim, wide<br />
as a mortgage and hauling a long-body trailer,<br />
her red hair flying like a special Triple A road<br />
standard, but one without any admonitions, she<br />
whipped her dress top down so her gorgeous<br />
breasts beamed proudly in <strong>the</strong> sunlight. She<br />
tooted <strong>the</strong> horn as she went slowly past <strong>the</strong> rig,<br />
smiling at <strong>the</strong> driver almost falling out <strong>of</strong> his<br />
side window, his face round, his arm huge.<br />
"That'll take him from here to California and<br />
back, hon, even if he's hauling shrimp out and