January 13 2014

Writing Style Attempt: Poem/Prose


Subject: The First Time You Bring Someone You Love Back Home


The plane ride was hideously easy.
I had imagined it would elicit more drama.
Especially since the last time I flew,
I got escorted off the airliner for cussing at an attendant.

When we got off the plane and acquired the rental car
I realized I had somehow managed to visit family while still being independent.
It was the first time.
It was the first time.
It was the first time I did this, without someone else's help.

I signed for the rental car.
Turned out to be a Crown Vic.
I drove it, with uneasy ease, to my parent's home.
It was the first time I felt in control of my own travel.
I unbuckled my belt, kissed him on the cheek
He seemed so relaxed
I was so wound I don't remember if
It was open or closed mouth.