Christina Pecora
12-20-2020
Random thoughts
while driving
on
a
december sunday morning
Deer carcass catches my eye
it has been there for three days
and
now
embedded in dirty snow
while turkey vulture
tears it apart
I still want to look at it
I hate seeing a dead animal on the road
I hate when I look
down
at my feet
and see my toenails—
red polish stuck on the pinky,
big toe also half chipped
hanging on
looks like it’s been
in a war—
chewed like a dog’s bone
snowstorm
a few nights ago
covered this landscape
in all its beauty
painted the town clean
now
tire tracks, mud covered
trails
are all that is left
(the carcass still remains)
Friday night
a girl dresses up
so pretty, so picture perfect
dancing for hours in a dark
bar.
drinks going down, comforting her soul,
memories of
love stories
lost and gone, leaves her lost
invites her
to stare
into any stranger’s eyes.
Waking up in a
strange room
no time to
fix
her hair
fix her mascara
She drives home
never looking in the rearview
mirror—
Christina Pecora was born and raised in Southwest Philadelphia. Her work can be seen in Open Mouth Poetry Anthology 1983. She now resides in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware and Winchester, Virginia.