by Max Hjortsberg
you could fix everything yourself ?
Some baling twine, a coat hanger, a pair of pliers,
and naturally a roll of duct tape,
and you’d be back on the road
rolling toward the horizon
onward to some open arms
that would pull you into an ample bosom
and not let go until the next morning
when you’d wake in a tangle
of long black hair and bed sheets.