For Anna (At 'Jiffy Lube')
by Greg Razran
Friday, January 18, 2002
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For Anna (at 'Jiffy Lube')
my oil change princess,
my anti-freeze queen,
my blue-eyed goddess of
timing belts and air filters, --
this one's for you.
Out of school and out of money,
(I know, you majored in music,)
they hired you because you were a girl,
a stunning garnish
to deck the gray lives
that don't change after 3000 miles.
You were good, very good,
working the hoses like strings on a cello,
moving your hands with graceful confidence,--
a white swan gliding across a greasy lake.
They wanted a piece of you, no, all of you;
you were a golden egg, stained with oil.
Praying I would get you, I came in often,
breaking things on purpose or making stuff up, --
there was a puddle under it when I woke up, etc.
I think you knew, but never showed it;
You'd smile, melt me with your eyes,
take the keys, and float right by me.
Your funeral was quiet, like you.
A tragic accident, they said.
The Dodge crushed you like a doll, --
Something about a lifting jack cracking.
I stood in the rain, next to the shop crew.
Our greasy lake was empty again.
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Mercy, how sad...if true how sad, if not, still very good.|
|Reviewed by firstname.lastname@example.org Bennett
|IT HAS BEEN A PLEASURE TO READ SUCH FINE WORK.|
|Reviewed by Phyllis Du'Gas
|Wow, this got to me. Wow....thanks for sharing. I felt every word.
|Reviewed by Jessica Horton
|I spent the first 4 stanzas laughing, picturing Anna working under the hood of a greasy car (and picturing one of my cellist friends working at Jiffy Lube), and the last surprised and maybe a little dazed, too. I love the sudden comparison between beautiful life (and in such an unexpected place) and cold, harsh death. very nice.|