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The Joy of Fossil Fuels by Cherie Priest
from Legacy 1998
The Joy of Fossil Fuels
by Cherie Priest
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Squeeze. Click. Squirt. Gush.
Hot indeed. Something about
a snake's butt and a wagon rutt
Smell it. Gasoline
Everybody does.
The man inside
with his name on his shirt.
The strays. I'll say I was
Breathing it deep.
Could hardly help it.
The way it smoked under my skirt
and between my toes.
Something nice about being a flirt.
Trucker in the big Mauk blows
a kiss and honks like a sick goose.
(Summer turns these feelings loose)
Sunglasses slip down my nose.
Adjustment.
Grin off into space.
Sort of like... no, not really.
Other customers stare off too,
but in that embarrassed way.
Like their dogs are whizzing
in the neighbor's yard
and they're pretending not to notice.
