This is the story of an actual car trip I went on when I was little.


Car Trip

"It's so hot," Mom said for the 500th time,

Bubble gum melted like pink vinyl onto the back seat,
Dad pulled over, "Sir, you were doing at least
65" by the State Patrol—just a warning.
I threw up Hershey bars and Coke, carsick on my
Cousin Keith from Minnesota, we stopped at the "one
And only" reptile farm—snake shows and a 10
Foot python. We stayed at a motel that went nowhere,
Looked like a train, everyone saw Old Faithful except me,
I was in the Ladies room.
In Nevada we bought fireworks for the 4th, my brother
Exploded a cherry bomb in the toilet and stole
All the Dunes ashtrays.
My mom swore we'd never go on a trip like that again,
In our cool air-conditioned living room, while I played
Cards, a picture of the sunshine state on the backs.

Dad said "Next summer let's go to Disneyland."




© 2006 Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 22:44

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