Dead Zone (a love story)

Driving through the Ozark Mountains

I enter a dead zone I know will last

30 miles.  The last text she sent me

read; "I can't do this anymore."

F**k me!  Can't do what anymore?

I tried to reply, but the satellite gods

were laughing at me.

Can Not Send.

Can Not Send.

Can Not Send.

Jesus Christ!

Did she do that on purpose?

How could she have known?

Is she hiding in the trunk?

Get a hold on yourself man!

You're being paranoid.

You're going insane,

(or worse, bat s**t crazy.)

I break out in sweats.

I punch the steering wheel.

F-bombs are hurled.

Zen breathing tricks are tried.

The stereo is turned up so loud

that the mirrors are shaking.

After 30 miles of this I'm exhausted.

I've lost 40 pounds and look like

a holocaust survivor.

Finally, the satellite gods have mercy,

and bless me with a bar.

My query is sent.

"Darling, darling, darling what's wrong?

What can't you do anymore?"

"Housework," she says.

"I'm sick of housework. I think I'll be lazy

and watch netflix all day."

From the tomb of my lungs I exhume a sigh, 

and ponder on what an idiot I am.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. The moment where simple things can drive us mad. I like the way you told the tale and the very good ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Wow. Such a 'human' moment. Haven't we all had them?

[...and some ideas.]

yes...makes you reflect on things...
wondering what was the last thing i missjudged myself...
often happen..
it often happens to writers :)
Good one.