{"id":1636,"date":"2013-04-09T04:02:47","date_gmt":"2013-04-09T04:02:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1636"},"modified":"2017-07-11T18:01:27","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T18:01:27","slug":"of-trans-ams-and-chickens-by-jessica-tyner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/of-trans-ams-and-chickens-by-jessica-tyner\/","title":{"rendered":"Of Trans Ams and Chickens by Jessica Tyner"},"content":{"rendered":"
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From London Street Art by Pablo Delgado<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Of Trans Ams and Chickens<\/h1>\n

by Jessica Tyner<\/p>\n

My old ’83 Trans Am lapped up the salted highway,
\nclear stripper shoes in the backseat and fried chicken
\npressed against my thigh. There was nothing special
\nabout that day, nothing different about the bruises
\ncreeping up my shins to rest uncomfortably on my knees?
\nbackpackers breaking on a pointed rock, wiping sweat on their ascent?
\nnothing changed about the black Knightrider Hot Wheels hanging
\nfrom the rearview mirror or the worn wooly seat covers
\nmolded perfectly to my ass.<\/p>\n

I don’t know what made me think of you,
\nwhat wargame my heart waged on my brain
\nor why, miles down the too familiar interstate I pulled over with tears
\npin wheeling down my face and tore like a beast
\ninto the greasy breast wondering why you never kissed me anymore
\nand at the fact that chickens?
\nif they wanted to?
\ncould overtake the world;
\nthere are so many more of them than us.<\/p>\n

###<\/p>\n

Jessica Tyner is a Pushcart Prize-nominated writer from Oregon and a member of the Cherokee Nation. Her publishing history includes over 30 pieces in 2012 alone. Recent projects include travel writing with Mucha Costa Rica, copy editing for the London-based Flaneur Arts Journal, and contributing to New York?s Thalo Magazine. She has recently published poetry in Slow Trains Literary Journal, Straylight Magazine, and Glint Literary Journal.
\nwww.jessicatyner.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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