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April Salzano<br />
An Impact Wrench is Not<br />
a sound I thought I would ever miss from those days<br />
I lived beside the small town mechanic’s shop.<br />
But I do. Its definitive finality, its crescendo,<br />
the distinct pause between lug nuts, between wheels,<br />
between cars. It was a sound I could count on,<br />
sunrise to sunset when the shop closed for the day,<br />
the grease-covered men went home to dinner,<br />
the father who owned the place, the son<br />
who never went to college, and the third, expendable,<br />
nameless fellow with the beat-up pickup truck<br />
and the suggestion of loneliness. I nursed my son<br />
to that sound, curtains on the east side<br />
of the house usually closed, but I would peer<br />
between the slats of the plantation shutters sometimes<br />
when I was lonely and bored, toward the end<br />
of my marriage, kids napping, laundry folded<br />
in its outdoor-fresh scented squares of domesticity.<br />
I found comfort in watching the customers<br />
who walked to pick up their cars, then pulled away,<br />
never in any kind of hurry, back to the college<br />
campus up the street, to the failing coffee shop<br />
on the corner, to the town’s one hair salon or market.<br />
I hear it now, my second husband rotating my tires,<br />
my youngest boy eight years old, playing various<br />
electronic devices whose names and games I cannot keep<br />
track of, my oldest upstairs more than he is down,<br />
and I wonder how it happened that I am suddenly forty<br />
and do not live anywhere near the fix-it shop,<br />
existing in another town, another life entirely.<br />
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