She Loves NASCAR

  She Loves NASCAR

She loves NASCAR.

I prefer Gaugin or Renoir 

but she loves NASCAR.

It's a southern fascination

as Dixie as Faulkner and

Sweet Potato Pie

I love NASCAR,

She squeals like tires burning,

out of breath

The only thing that moves like lightening 

in the south

NASCAR.

Guys driving fast

making left hand turns.

I prefer the curves

in a Rodin,

the speed of a swallow’s flight.

She loves NASCAR.

Her eyes smoke

smiling like a checkered flag, 

with spark plug laughter.

When the twisted wrecks have been cleared.

the vroom of the engines still.

In bed,

In my arms she idles.

Her hair smelling of excitement and exhaust.

I love NASCAR 

Her engine revs

I whisper, we have nothing in common.

Don't be silly 

we both love Nascar.

She reaches for me

under the sheets.

GENTLEMEN START YOUR ENGINES!

She draws me inside,

A pitstop.

I'm her one man pit crew

We both love NASCAR 

she  sputters

Yes but not for the same reason

My key in her ignition

My pistons pounding.

My gears shifting 

My heart racing .

Yes, yes, yes! Now I love Nascar.

Judge Santiago Burdon

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