His Rig
by Sheryl Slocum

    Big, glistening treads of his truck tires
    roll over and over:
    coiled snakes,
    coiled and ready to strike
    like his fist
    fast, hard,
    diamond-shaped on his muscular arm,
    his wife's and son's bruises
    dark as Goodyear rubber.






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